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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three updates and three book-ish developments
1) Just wanted to say Nu's not in trouble for the other night (and neither am I). At this point, letting me know where they plan to be i...
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