Tag: musings
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Breezed, From Maine by Meg Peters
Literary illusions,chased, I bite my tongue, the phonograph is still,listen close, lean in nowthe past sounds like an interstate a phonograph or a window, city traffic hums,I wonder what you think about, things have been quiet, here, but maybe one day we will drive, past falling leaves, August rain. and we will listen,we will pray,and…