Is to dream
of one blade of sea
on the far
side of a sandbox
Is to think skin
is no boundary
to waves
volatile as time
Is to plant
footprints and undress
prophecies too
delicate to translate
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It has been a year. Some days it feels like yesterday, some days it feels like a distant dream of love. There have been tears every day...
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Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
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At had us pose for this pic up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron so he could put it up in his dorm. "Don't tur... -
I have the feeling that I’m going to succumb to the season and put out a list of resolutions soon. Just wanted to establish this heads up th...
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