nine times out of ten


  1. marlowe44

    Wonderful to see the hope, the positive vibes undulating their way into your poetry and your self. Though your icon was probably grief, still you bathe it poetically in sunshine, in white light. Reminds me of some lines by Alexandra Hunter /new hope was both/anchor and sail/.

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