1058 May 5, 2012May 5, 2012 angie werrenpoetry the light collected when she unexpectedly said wrists (soundlessly) erasures — pointed roofs by dorothy miller richardson share a featherClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related 1058
Wow. Everything changed with that last word.
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thanks!
I almost left it out.
🙂
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