Whispers wash over her like waves a closet with the light on blue like the middle of the oceanon a sunny day. The tea whistles and the house settles as she settles her thoughts. Good Night, Mom She pours her tea as her feet shuffle against the floorboards She’s art I tell ya, a masterpiece.Continue reading “Peace to Her”
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