Tag Archives: Escape

on the goodness of night

there is no greater relief than shucking of day sloughing off costume rituals of potion and removal of turning down of putting away clothes folded nicely behind the closet door everything in its place blanket at my thirsty feet light … Continue reading

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Things which stab me in the face/heart:

The dress: I bought in Hawaii when my clothes got all wet, remember? It made so much sense then, our first day, with dirty sand feet and wet seeping through our clothes; I wanted to stay out. It hangs unsuspecting … Continue reading

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