December 14, 2011

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Evocative photograph of sunset through winter branches

{POETRY} &

& I was given things I couldn’t take care of. Trifles – withstanding death’s gate as heirlooms, becoming. A freckle between breasts. We forged our histories.

Literature, Poetry
Evocative photograph of sunset through winter branches

{POETRY} &

& I was given things I couldn’t take care of. Trifles – withstanding death’s gate as heirlooms, becoming. A freckle between breasts. We forged our histories.

Literature, Poetry

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