Mama
Sadness is a place I lived in for years.
NO MORE!
I'm finding my way OUT.
Cool windy days are best...
They blow away uncertainty
and remind me of vegetable soup...and NPR.
And the rain is brain colored...
And the thunder sounds just like
something remembering something
Copyright © Luanne Pratt | Year Posted 2014
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