It’s cold and all the trees are shivering but I don’t think they really mind it. I think it’s more like a dance when you’re a tree. The rest of us get goose bumps and ash our cigarettes in small puddles just to hear that sizzling sound. Some things just aren’t meant to touch. If […]
Kerry Giangrande
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A Poem: That Glorious
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