EPISODE · Feb 6, 2020 · 1 MIN
The Lineage
from Floating plushie
to Sia I didn't think I'd be using this poem, written on another occasion, to say goodbye to a dear friend. (...) It's perspective. Though. Going back to that touch of a hand. Nothing silky about it: linen cloth, earthen sheet, solid mud, And, then, the knocked off, cracked parchment of this soil. Or that. And a handful smell of. Remember the old, the leftover. The lineage. She did. She carried. You and her(s). Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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