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Passenger call

There is hope these days, Samuel, he had said.

When he had faded 

they raised the covers

and he floated to the moon.

(Images: Jemima is not my name)

two little...

Somewhere

there is home.

When she burrows into thought

you are surrounded by a white picket fence.

(That the wolf will blow down.)




(Image: Tema Stauffer)