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At night, we wrap ourselves like anemone drowning in love, no needfor air or time, that momentthat kiss, your soft hairon my face, you above me.
Debra G. Harman
Tree Langdon
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Haunting images, so lovely π
I write stories, and poetry, and create sketches inspired by my dreams for the world. https://wordsinmotion.substack.com/
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