The road that once was ill-defined will never now be without trace...
This Wild Grace
Tag: conservation poetry
The road that once was ill-defined will never now be without trace...
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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