The longest week of the year
is between Christmas and New Year’s Day.
The last week to mull over forgiveness, broken
dreams, and to sweep up the dead shadows before
the light of the new year dishonors all resolutions.
Waiting for death at the graveyard, traipsing one of my abstruse moods. I noticed a grayish-hued Cardinal was stalking me, going from one ...
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