As the dry June crept in, I fumbled with watering the plants. My hands are now wrinkled, the remains of my youth are hidden inside like a sacred crest. The sun comes over every morning like an old friend and leaves at dusk with a warm goodbye. I am hollow of a person where once […]
The Crossbow Spirit 5 (5)
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