sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Violin
She practices violin
Sounds not quite sing songy
Cats are ambivalent of notes
Pacing like the bow
Scotland
This is not Braveheart’s Scotland
It is the misty filed that she and I walk
Hand in hand on cold winter mornings
The only heat being between our palms
February 15, 2017
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