very small dogs
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Rose
The outdoors was floss, gray. In the outer field a sheep stood by a tree, feet in wet leaves. They were in their room, spread on the bed. Things rose and fell--he rose. She had two thoughts: bloom, time. She rose.
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