Posted in Poetry solitude Posted on 03/19/201803/18/2018 by Jeanne do i dare spurn tea leaves turn faces to stone reckless hope wandering the wind alone Share this:ShareEmailLike this:Like Loading... Author: Jeanne View All Posts
Little and so sweet.
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Thank you Drew. 😉
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