maybe if I'm feeling out of place,
it's because I am.
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Stories by houle
FAWN
A Farewell To The Town Gossip
What My Father Left In The Grocery...
In the French Lakes, there are priests on water. The New Country, the forgotten money.
Porcelain earrings on...
I Wrote These Poems on my Knees
Giving away my words