The sky is full of faces
we greet them
at breakfast
While the wind fumbles
sighing, tired
at the door
_
we greet them
at breakfast
While the wind fumbles
sighing, tired
at the door
_
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the unwrapping/unraveling
I'm so grateful for your kindnesses. Sorry for being such a whiny ass B yesterday. In my defense, it was a lot at once . A reset is in...
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