What An Angel Can Do

Today’s first post was “Sun, I Had No Say In It” with a poem by Amy Lowell read aloud.

Last night, the scent of something just lit was subtly there in the room before sleep—the windows face the fenced out woods, there was no fire out there and no one on the balcony—maybe an angel can do a thing we have not imagined, light something up, take down their neat hair, lift a glass and aim it at you as if to splash you and then decide not to and set it back down on the table.

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Adna – The Prettiest

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