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An abandoned church keeps preaching through crows, wind, and old timber long after the congregation is gone.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
An abandoned church keeps preaching through crows, wind, and old timber long after the congregation is gone.
Between Bruises & Blooms 