The lilies at my bedside table were crying red pollen over night. When I woke up, reached over, and put on my glasses, I saw through red lenses. I wiped off the dust and took them off.
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THIS BLOG IS AUTHORED BY J. A DESIGNER LIVING & SOME WOULD SAY MEAGERLY FUNCTIONING IN NYC.
the printed page
Not all that glitters is gold
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