. Until The Ladder Shows . You answer me, not with an antidote but by putting a pillow under the dragging day. You answer me, not speaking of summer but of sustaining. Any onlooker could see my shrinking scenery but never know the way you showed me a pebble-stone path over the high hills and … Continue reading Until The Ladder Shows
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