The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
posted by name of the rose at 9:35 a.m.
the same bare trees that I saw from my bedroom window this morning...heaven, indeed
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the same bare trees that I saw from my bedroom window this morning...heaven, indeed
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