. Miles Without Grace . With October gone and cold cascading over church steps, stiffening the wings of butterflies and hawks a new dream raves with October gone. Falling clouds, falling shadows into the heart-nests into the white morning flame. Only these things of faith won’t die, only the skulls, the bronze soldiers … Continue reading Miles Without Grace
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