coffee at sunrise
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Porches, gravel roads, abandoned houses, forests, and kitchens become the places that held her when people could not.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
Porches, gravel roads, abandoned houses, forests, and kitchens become the places that held her when people could not.
Between Bruises & Blooms 