Make it new
1 The old descriptions are no longer with us with their odes to silver-brown cobbled paths like rows of distorted chiclets stained with nicotine. We’ve spoken of dusk so many times that the muses yawn when the crickets chirp as swatches of gossamer darkness shove the rosy blooms. … Continue reading
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