Thursday morning

Thursday morning It could be any morning, or any Thursday morning, but really only this one matters, at this very moment, while the morning light streams through the window, and my eyes are not yet ready for the light, but it dances across the room anyway, making plant leaf shadows on the chair, the half-… Continue reading Thursday morning

Persephone’s Keys

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