Posted on June 14, 2018
by Bob McCranie
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This spoon all night on tiptoe listening for the careless splash that will never make it back –the cup half hazelnut, black, half filled so its prey can be tracked in the dark the way one mouth finds another feeds on the voice that…
Category: 2018, 67. MayTags: Simon Perchik
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