Something I wrote over a decade ago. She walks to water’s edge lowers her weeping head why does she cry, for whom does she care?…
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Something I wrote over a decade ago. She walks to water’s edge lowers her weeping head why does she cry, for whom does she care?…
Leave a CommentI followed the path along the twisting way. Grasses and moss grew up between the loose pebbles on the path, people do not use this…
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