PaperPinwheel
Travels and Tribulations
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Thin Skin
like the see-through shell of a tiny snail. later still, something uncoiled inside--i'm splayed. not like a small bird hiding in long grass--can't find the edges. i'm making eggs. the peach grows golden, unnoticed by me.
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