Tradition 2
Vol 10, Num 23 :: 2011.12.23 — 2012.01.05
by Jennifer Monroe
We wake to wonder,stirred out of a sleepthat has wrinkled our souls,grown them older than our bones,called by a cold white quietsoft and still as a shroudor the clothesthat wrapped a new-born babe.
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