The Hermit
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At three in the morning, every poem becomes another lantern on the long road back to herself.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
At three in the morning, every poem becomes another lantern on the long road back to herself.
Between Bruises & Blooms 