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•145 Last night a short rain— tonight a slow fog lifting out of the canals— the hour remains a codex with indecipherable texts. •
I've turned the words over in my head for a long time. I love this. The feel of it. The rise and fall of it. The shape of the words in my mouth.Thanks D-G.
I've turned the words over in my head for a long time. I love this. The feel of it. The rise and fall of it. The shape of the words in my mouth.
ReplyDeleteThanks D-G.