“Thinking has a quiet skin. But I feel the and of things inside it. Blue hills most gentle in calm light, then stretches of assail And ransack. Such tangles of charred wreckage, shrapnel-bits Singling and singeing where they fall. I… — Laure Sheck Copy Share Image
“Thinking has a quiet skin. But I feel the and of things inside it. Blue hills most gentle in calm light, then stretches of… — Laure Sheck Copy Share Image
