Thu Feb 20 2025
When the moon calls me home (Marcella Boccia) When the moon calls me home, I go, soft-footed through the silver air, where midnight winds and rivers flow and none can find me anywhere.The world behind dissolves to mist, its voices drown in hush and...
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