February 4, 2018 in that lumberyard in that lumberyard of dreams, we still graze each other imperfectly, knots and all, finding familiar patterns in the grain, such weakness . 20180204:1339 y Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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