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beneath blankets fresh from linen closets, behind glass comfort, hot tea. grey are the silver droplets caught by dying rose petals

Back in Time–she dreams at night

Feet easily find blanketswarmth soothes a wasting mind The early rest begins herehead cradled by neck kink on one arm of white dyed leatherbroken in body prints, soft on the skin Beginning with fits of dreams eyelids close, resolve to find peace in the... Continue Reading →

October twenty-third

Today--with the chill in my bones for so many nights, the cats and I conspired that it was time to light the first fire of the season. As practiced as I may have been at gathering firewood in youth, I... Continue Reading →

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