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maybe it began

June 1, 2026January 2, 2014 by bonesnsnow

  maybe it began   maybe it began as a small room in a small house, a blue spread on a bed, a wooden dresser a window, a rug on a wooden floor. home, the place of origin, a place to be from — going out and coming back and going out again. did such … Read more

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