the year begins and ends in winter.
a bee lands on my middle finger, left hand,
I am allergic to bees
and winter is steadily approaching.
chapter 10
2 Comments to “chapter 10”
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What 26 words? An entire tale told…and winter/death waits for no one..
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Hey Jhon, your book arrived in the mail on Wednesday. It's chock full of nice and tasty treats, so I'm going to read it a bit at a time.
I really like it and it's well worth the price of admission…
the platitudes of willful resemblance 