A dear online friend—a writer who works as an artist. I wrote a poem to an infant who died in utero, and Tracy wrote one back from him. It is my only communication from the brother I never had.
January 16, 2007
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Forty Thieves 
Wow.
Comment by indigo bunting — January 17, 2007 @ 7:23 am |
That is beautiful. I would have loved to read both.
Comment by Dayngr — January 17, 2007 @ 12:20 pm |