What big eyes you have. When I was young, people used to squawk and stare. The better to see you with, I’d spit, as they loomed over my stroller and drooled. I’m a writer, I’d wail; so lost, so lonely, so helpless without words. #Spark I CAN SEE YOU was drawn in kaleidoscopic blood on the […]
Thank you for sharing my father’s secret!
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