Posts from: July 2015

verses of musing 0.0

It’s very breezy outside my window today. And the nervousness of the weather sweeps and weeps inside my bones, shivering. It’s rather early. The kid has left for school. The house is soft and quiet. There is a hara-kiri of objects: a hair brush, a clump of a wet towel, wet leaves she was playing…

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