To the early-bird doe in Astoria the other night who took my seat on the hill by the decrepit house where one can watch the ocean swallow the melting sun, my apologies if I was brusque and abras
I followed Emma wherever she went when I was a little girl. A ragtag redhead with button eyes and a chubby, cotton tummy strung together with blue thread and a mouth that tilted to one side if you lo
The thick wind whips with fury, while the sky tells a different story. The sun shines down, warming me with its rays. The only place where I can think, alone with my thoughts, the blank space is welco
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