XLIV. Arethusa will color a new river red
The souls of the ages recognize a common thread
Crackpots converge at forty and seventy-four
Peacock’s gold scraped from the ocean’s door
How Does My Garden Grow
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I have two things that help keep me sane during this Covid-19 pandemic: my
garden and my writing. I take great solace in both. So I’ve decided to put
the t...
4 years ago
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