A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Your Poetry Describes Feelings So Well, And Next Year I Will Miss It.
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Counselling is a lie You cannot hold space. Space is breathed Moved in Inhabited Moved within Space is sized Larger, smaller Sometimes too ...
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Your Poetry Describes Feelings So Well, And Next Year I Will Miss It.
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