It was dangling there, hanging from a nail in the wall on a little copper-plated hemp string. It shone softly with a crystalline silver reflection, almost translucent. Sometimes, when through the ... [+]
A silky warm scent coats the air.
Soft layered rose tutus push
their blush pale skirts
to float
...
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their ocean
of avenues
For I have come
to a conclusion—some
bastion
of sand
from which I
...
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