spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Early in the morning, I miss you. Those long conversations, me staying up far too late and you, laughing at my tired voice, refusing to fall asleep. How topics, flowing, turning and twisting, like a river down mountains through valleys, sometimes ebbing, slowing, deep… Continue Reading “Words as Rivers, Flow”
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