by Sarah Brown Weitzman
Everything was his.
Everything had his name
Every flower. I had
to take his word
for it. Sky, earth, water,
even the air his choosing.
Every single creature,
even the snake. Continue reading
by Sarah Brown Weitzman
Everything was his.
Everything had his name
Every flower. I had
to take his word
for it. Sky, earth, water,
even the air his choosing.
Every single creature,
even the snake. Continue reading
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