I've been painting driftwood and reading fairy tales.
Writing children's books seems like it'd be a worthwhile pursuit.
Writing children's books seems like it'd be a worthwhile pursuit.
Grandmother's slippers
Tea-soaked bags
Bread & butter pudding
Seen through cracks
All is fullness
Pervading peace
Til the pull
of fang-bared teeth
Echoes down forest lane
Red robin's breast
Bloody, broken, maimed
Tattered lupine mess
Eep. Then again, maybe not.
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