Our storage.

blue white orange and brown container van

It was time, after all. Of this to admit to waiting space with delicate apprehension of open book not yet read or gone. Something breathing in the boxes we kept and time to look so we opened to see what we were holding, and it was parts of us everywhere in pieces.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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