The Lone Walk
The sand beneath my feet whirls away,sweeping me off in a sway.On the floor, I lay,as my grief is in
Read MoreThe sand beneath my feet whirls away,sweeping me off in a sway.On the floor, I lay,as my grief is in
Read Morethe wind did not howlbut the door frame is loosevibrated and swayedlike the unhinged rusting tin roofand her anxious heartlike
Read MoreOpen the album to see your roots. Hover your petite fingers acrossthe beige page with the woman’sface you inherited. From
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