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“My memory’s a bit… what’s the word… dishes.”, Female
This is the water. And this is the well. Drink full and descend. The horse is the white of the eyes and dark within. Jun 26, 2017
SignatureThe rays between the blades of grass/Dance in echo of the waves,
They say to save the best for last/Wanting nothing in their graves.
A honey sun hangs low, lighting crashing surf below, feel the wind blow,
Know this moment.