I have no hair atop my head but if I did it would be like yours and I’d wash it brush it out and take care of it and on […]
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The Metaworker Literary Magazine
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I have no hair atop my head but if I did it would be like yours and I’d wash it brush it out and take care of it and on […]
Read more1 These mornings, I wake to find silver threads in my hair — gleaming as if dipped in the winter moon. I have always loved oxidized ornaments and grey pullovers; […]
Read moreShe looks at the ground, the sky, the trees; anywhere but her own heart. She must, at all costs, keep the poison from entering her mind. The physical effort of […]
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