Part One: Scale not to size Something had happened She couldn’t find control Her tail feathers plucked The blood was running cold The man whom she…
The end of something that was — Rachel G.
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Rachel G. · 79 comments
The bakery is closed and so is the sky. We walk anyway, because the dog does not read signs.
Sunday, closed — Tomáš R.
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Tomáš R. · 4 comments