I greased a palm and cut the tape.
A withering of hope left no room for fine lines.
“For the present moment
the drought of my spirit
was quenched by my wandering.” — Tree Langdon
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A withering of hope left no room for fine lines.
“For the present moment
the drought of my spirit
was quenched by my wandering.” — Tree Langdon