Archive | May 9, 2016

sunbeams

I know a girl from whose body sunbeams rose to the clouds as if they’d fallen from the sun. Her laugh was like a bangle of bells. “Your hair is wet,” I told her one day, “Did you take a bath?” “It is dew!” She laughed. “I’ve been lying in the grass.  All morning long, more »

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