Goddesses Weaving Fates
Looming large in this tapestry you’ve woven, In the warp and woof of misdirection That dangling thread. I could be dead; will I keep my head? I grasped the end and gave a...
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The question of evil poem
by Brooke Palm, originally uploaded by brookewill. When Bad Things Happen to Good Palm Trees Take this one: transplanted as an adult, chosen to landscape the grounds of the church. It must have been...
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