Leaflet
" It's a short venture into the golden fields,
where blank leaflets remain unpressed by the teacher of its province, the sole architect of conception that remains transfixed upon the gossamer harvest, that binds its influence in the tethering of its being. "
Alfredo Gonzales ©
Copyright © Alfredo Gonzales | Year Posted 2022
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