No prompt for me today. Just a poem. Day NINE How long? How will this last? When will we say good bye? Our quiet moments in a failing orbit Rock Turned to sand How long does it take? Mountains worked by wind, sun, rain, snow Stop time Please, stop it now All things have anContinueContinue reading “PAD: Here”
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