in the morning i'll be ten feet tall,
solid gold,
not sorry for anything.
home message about
"Some afternoons, I wander through your photographs. Letters.
Wonder if the river won your war."
Jeanann Verlee, “Finally I Allow Him The Pen” (via wordscanbeenough)

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