"...so you have found me and would know the tale. When a poet speaks of truth to another poet, waht hope has truth? Let me ask this, then. DOes one fin...
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotted strands.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things s...
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