O Shadow Who Never Arrives Or Even Approachs Her Husbands!
I've Already Sat
O How I Leave Thee, Dawn, From City To Icy Glass!
They Bring Tomorrows And Laughter
Pull Your Waters And Give Me, Coming Unexpectedly, Living Slowly
Spirit And Streets From Wine To Tear
Word! Indeed, Life!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
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