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Mar 2012
Drink Me- black coffee, one sugar, from a styrofoam cup on any given Monday.

through the looking glass

a sunrise over a world upside-down, oceans apart. Shovel to fill a hole as the sun sets on a place called home.
Written by
L Elizabeth Lacey
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