A Place Not Home…
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the wind blows away the autumn leaves that crunch beneath my feet and the rains reduce them to refuse lying in the detritus at the end of the street in the dark of the night when the candles burn to... Continue Reading →...
the wind blows away the autumn leaves that crunch beneath my feet and the rains reduce them to refuse lying in the detritus at the end of the street in the dark of the night when the candles burn to... Continue Reading →...
