. Riverstones . Announcing flesh in the sleepy-loosened day. A childhood of bridges, masterpiece aromas that overlook the playing fields – one year, two grades and people once beautiful, now ordinary, bike turns, riverstones, skipping on driveways, melting ice over grates long pleated hair, dark, looking into competitive eyes. It was the last year … Continue reading Riverstones
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