October 2025
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By Vivi Sojorhn There is no horizon. That’s the thing. And, how do I know, if I keep going, I won’t drive over the edge of something, a cliff, the edge of my world, into darkness or pure light. The point is I do not know what I will do next. I am tired Read more
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By Vivi Sojorhn Green hangs on as long As it can in bowers of grey The days seem to be a con Though, shorter than yesterday. No matter how warm, even the sun Cannot fool us into believing Because the nights drop a chill on Those branches and now the leaves Hold the losing Read more
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