cold laps the shore
no choice but to step in
stride out, stake my place
transmute into tower
…
cold laps the shore
no choice but to step in
stride out, stake my place
transmute into tower
…
MATRIARCH ninth great-grandchild spits up peas seventh and fourth declare themselves winners I bundle the children in…
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For twenty years I have been marriedto a morning. Of blue sky that stretchesand pulls across me like water filli…