this dog, the stump of a great tree possessed by a kindly demon. a woman cradles the homely thing and shares a dream with her husband the poor man’s empath. I squeeze my infant son so lightly his age stops. one day yours will be too young to remember impressionism’s grocery.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
this dog, the stump of a great tree possessed by a kindly demon. a woman cradles the homely thing and shares a dream with her husband the poor man’s empath. I squeeze my infant son so lightly his age stops. one day yours will be too young to remember impressionism’s grocery.
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