Monthly Archives: November 2019

But Blah Blah Blah

These same feet that walked the streets of Hanoi. These same hands that wrote Sparrow Lines. The bard you don’t mistrust. But blah blah blah.   2019

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You’re my early dawn in the morning. Miles ahead are unknown. The repeat of serendipity is euphoric.   2019

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