bask July 21, 2017 how the light this time of the day warms my brittle soul small & grey Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments
natasha August 23, 2017 There was a haunting beauty behind her eyes, beyond her sorrow, a beauty that found its way into one’s heart and led them home. Read more
sound logic August 20, 2017 they say animals hear it first the low, throaty exhale of danger tsunamis, hurricanes and the devil you better know under your bed Read more
outclassed August 16, 2017 i can’t catch up with the breakneck blur of the birds in the backwoods Read more
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