thirty threadbare mercies
The outward expression of an inward grace.
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Occupying the Wall Street in my Heart
Clear Eyes, Full Boobs, Can’t Lose
Tent of Memories
A year-old olive.
Writing without ceasing
Whoa Whoa Whoa Feelings
Keeping Track of Each Fallen Robin
(Let us be a) Shelter for One Another
A little art every day… and ladies of age rule.
Artist commune from my living room, minus the armpit hair
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