Truce, by Britta Benson

Truce Cinnamon sweeps in again, almost unnoticed, on a rainy day in May. A life well lived in swirls. The whirlwinds of lost journeys seep into my hungry soul. All yours, for now, all mine, forever. This truth be told, be gentle in your rage and cancel fate. We curl up on our window sills,Continue reading “Truce, by Britta Benson”

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