i used a colored pencil to mark the seam against the same heel that 14 years before pressed against the… Read more hems and notions. a poem.
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i am not unlike you, little dandelion, your honest glow a weed, a nuisance to be rid of. and so,… Read more and you bloom. a poem for artists.