Sharon FrancesApr 81 minWhat Fills Mea cup a well a reservoir after the rain a heart a head my body once again I fill myself in the everyday my backyard was a dry field of...
Sharon FrancesApr 31 minWeWe are cracked and caked. We beam outward like the sun. We are intertwined and woven. We bend and are not broken. We curl up when it is...