May 2013
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April 2013
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04 24 2013 - selah
I found him gently whispering his favorite passages to the gardenias while lying his head against a prideful tower of novels stacked in the dewy morning grass. I wandered the pebbled walkway with my grandmother’s pale quilt draped across bare shoulders. “Some words are too fragile to be read loudly,” he said as he smelled the pages like a man would his lover’s perfume,...
