Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Thursday, October 06, 2016
what surviving looks like, my dear
"And it has been
one hell
of a year.
I have worn
the seasons
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
surviving
looks like, my dear."
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