Your hands are worked,
and feet are worn, but the axis, it did not break. So the years were radical. Life, an economists dream; and with your steady gaze, a simple path it all seemed. I thank you for, the philosophies learned, sitting on porches - farm and lake. Not a word of yours, I hope you know, for granted did I take. Your hands are worked, and feet are worn, the axis, it did not break. The world is still rotating, and we're doing just fine. Your wise and gentle soul, held me together all this time.
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Sydne Kilberg"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." Archives
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