Apr 2022
feels as if. the thing i was doing
has overtaken me. wealth has no
agenda, nor have capitals.
rules come away. a differing
place, turning in the year.
it came gently.
has overtaken me. wealth has no
agenda, nor have capitals.
rules come away. a differing
place, turning in the year.
it came gently.
Written by
sonja benskin mesher
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