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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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Landay 2 By Vivi Sojorhn It smells like Aunt Sissy’s store, my childhood, my learning beauty From different eyes that still looked like all the Hankerson women. I am not explaining it well, I know. But sinking into Memory takes me to the curiosity of my childhood mind Read more
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LANDAY FOR AUGUST In vibrant blooms, my garden brings, Beauty alive where wildness clings. Petals dance in harsh winds and flow, Weeds, too, have circle moves to show. Lavender whispers, aroma so bright, In tangled growth, colors feel so right. Containers, even broken, hug tales, lush and green, It’s plenty work in every corner, weeds Read more
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