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breakfast at the window
hey sorry it's just that i don't think i'm very good at being a person. thanks for letting me try with you, anyway.
New poem.
By Meggie Royer
Elizabeth Shull
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Magic forest, Jean Mallard
A shimmer that announces autumn.
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London, England.
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from all ur pieces whats ur fav
i get so happy with exciting personal questions!thanks for asking i believe that is the drawing of my favorite🖤
Trying on Father’s boots(The Reverend’s)✝️
I Am Learning to Abandon the World
by Linda Pastan
I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades against the claims of white. And the world has taken my father, my friends. I have given up melodic lines of hills, moving to a flat, tuneless landscape. And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.