Homer’s Kitchen a poet's grace It looked so good coming in through the door. Untreated, unfinished, unexceptional, maybe, but I have to look...
[img] It's just too much fun to resist.
The criss cross of wires and cables, sighing with the wind and the weight of words. Sagging with the sadnesses of words unsaid. Burning with the...
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