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September 30, 2014 by mincs1

Promise

Wizened hands pull out
soft wilted blossoms, tender
burial promise

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redgladiola says:

October 1, 2014 at 2:22 -06:0010

Love the gentleness of this.

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- mincs1 says:
  
  October 1, 2014 at 2:22 -06:0010
  
  Thank-you 🙂
  
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