Because if you leave, and you are already leaving, there are three. But you say less than three. And the couch, in your absence, is crenellated. And who is going to watch us as we leave.
how far will I walk against the night? conforming to a captivity I had never realized
howdy. thinking of u w love. hope all is well. send smoke signal telegram carrier pigeon send love to my twospirits at the winyan camp.
you know all these she said by long observation and I used to study geology in college I wanted to major in it but they wouldn’t allow women to major in the hard sciences then so she began to study religion tho she already had medicine
Love comes to me un- repentant, toward it all vectors converge repeating, like
The moral of this story: Never have an affair with someone whose old man lives within shooting distance.
I was once asked by a home magazine journalist if I felt insulted by such incidents well, no, I said, my mind mixing for an answer a good batch of cement is never accidental
peace with her flesh she almost puts away the knives almost lets the men lose interest there is still so much work to do
There were so many people, Sister. Many of your friends whom we didn't know, and your former schoolmates whom we remembered as children, and Sister, we met many relatives for the first time.