AllThingsFlow
A snail has begun to visit my kitchen, when I’m not looking, recently, through the balcony door. I realized one night when I found she had weaved a shiny web on the mat from and back to the door.…
I cry a thousand tears for loves that would not be drowned in their fear of flying lost in their broken wings I hold a thousand hands for the girl, the boy, dancing alone to lead them to their…
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