sweet pink, tart white, green
quenching with each curvy bite
gritty summer pulp
the house so silent
i threw out boxes, boxes
it didn’t feel bad.
Seeking?
The Quote Box
That which offends the ear will not easily gain admission to the mind.
— QuintilianThe Cat Cam
Travels to NZ
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