The light of the world falls on me, a small lens reflecting ten thousand things, and nothing. Sweet. The words are for you.
postcard from here
waking like this
in the unfolding
Season She woke up late...
Saturday morning geometriesMy mind woke with...
Crossing the hedgeYou've been gathering grievances...
Remembered backHe stops with his...
4 Breath Stories are stories told in 4 sentences.
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