My Bell Jar
fallen from the fig tree
Saturday, October 23, 2010
For Nel
"I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests." -Neruda
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Nel
October 28, 2010 at 7:41 AM
Thank you and you're welcome.
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Thank you and you're welcome.
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