n the swing, in the dark, I sip coffee and rhythmically sway back and forth underneath the old Pecan. A […]
Read moren the swing, in the dark, I sip coffee and rhythmically sway back and forth underneath the old Pecan. A […]
Read morehe is the morning and evening star, the five-pointed pentacle, the sweet bite of an apple, and the heady scent […]
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