“Together Alone” I tend my garden row by row. You tend yours as well. I peek the fence to see your growth, I missed my step and fell. The fence a boundless boundary, an unlikely mix of stone. A fancy noontime reverie, caught…
“Excuses” There is no excuse. I simply did not do it. I am not ashamed.
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