Sunday dawns oyster gray, cold. Rain rolls down the windows like tear-streaks of the wind, which howls in anguish under the eaves like a maimed creature. In the backyard, pines stand in solidarity, like soldiers at a burial. Knee-deep in a sea of mud. All dreary in its own right. I do not need to … Continue reading Blue Valentine
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