Through the fences
...and through the playground fences, she gazed on the child she never bore.
posted by The Doors Of Perception at 1:59 PM
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The Doors of Perception
Monday, March 31, 2014
the lament of the paper aeroplane
to the things in the past, i remain faithful. little forgetful, but hopeful.
posted by The Doors Of Perception at 1:48 PM
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