The scent of patchouli—a private seance in the last century
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tiny monster (Belinda) I have the sudden relevance of an extinct wild flower un-pressed, when all her petals are re-levelling. I had been ... -
Waiting for My Friend to Come Home A red silk scarf that flies above my head, the wind will take him who knows where. He is the rain, a sudd...
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wiping the steam from the mirror— this longing to be enough ~ Kelly Sargent is a poet, editor, and devoted tea drinker residing in Vermont...
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