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Wednesday, November 2, 2016



dawn chooses its words carefully
dawn cradles and whispers
she arrives when we need her to stroke our hair and
reassures us that more is coming

day 1
top photo: mine
bottom photo: lindsey glass-deshmukh
Posted by eo at 8:35 AM
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