January morning. My mind’s not right. Still. The dark wind that came last night unfastened all of my hooks and latches, undoing me, still.
M.J. Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario.
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by M.J. Iuppa
by M.J. Iuppa
January morning. My mind’s not right. Still. The dark wind that came last night unfastened all of my hooks and latches, undoing me, still.
M.J. Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario.