In the mornings in her tidy, rumpled room she strips the bed of feathered pillows, creates a deep, embracing warmth. Bereft of sorrow, thought or wealth she drifts through life lost within a sky-lit room with linen curtains, purple painted walls. I think of her alone, try to guess the way she sleeps, eyes closed, curled up in a […]
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