Mar 2013
eleven hundred,
twenty-three feet up,
looking out over
shannonadoa valley
at midday
and the only thing
i could see
was her face.
*for my lo
twenty-three feet up,
looking out over
shannonadoa valley
at midday
and the only thing
i could see
was her face.
*for my lo
Written by
pagethatwritesme
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