“Wait a minute, Juanita. ...is it a virus, a drug, or a religion?”
Juanita shrugs. “What’s the difference?”
The earth that is the space between,
I’d banish it from under me, to get to you.
Your unexpected love provides my solitary“s suicide…
oh I wish I knew…
”...the wind of multiple wings rustling in the distance, gracefully whispering the ingredients of a miracle…”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map