One of the larger saucers absorbing the spilling edge of my goblet. More than a chalkboard for the contents of my zine. A first draft.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Ohio
I moved into the Ohio Boy house to become lost. Rinnah said I would be like Wendy but that was not my intention. I wanted to be caught up in the gust that was blowing everyone around.
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