As I rushed down the lane in the misty twilight to make the trek to Berlin, OH to pick up Audrey from her life as a barista — a squat…
Desmond has his barrow in the market place… Molly is the singer in a band… Desmond says to Molly “Girl, I like your face” And Molly says this as she…
In the mornings I awake to the slow steady sounds of my husband at rest and I open my heart to wonder……and so I shall write
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