Mom’s getting even this evening, going mum. I’m not sure why. I bask in the silence. She plays solitaire, flicks a Queen over, four-
Mom’s getting even this evening, going mum. I’m not sure why. I bask in the silence. She plays solitaire, flicks a Queen over, four-
You’re so light, sister bird-foot, you gust and whistle up hill and down the side I can’t quite see, where the ridges resurrect the
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