Scarred Mirrors (27)
Between us: the small mercies of time.
The night: a sea. A 'somewhere' to sail on.
The little days: a place to go ashore.
Raquel Angel Nagler
Submitted: Saturday, July 13, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 13, 2013
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