grandfather's shirt
knitting under folded sky; running the pleated mile
Friday, September 27, 2013
I was gazing out over my art table this morning when I came up with a line for a sci fi novel:
She looked out the window and brought her cup of coffee to her lips. 'Look, Dahling - things have shifted again.'
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