
I wish to paint the sky flat-ward that I may climb and tell the heavens to come down – drink her fatty calf and sip a golden tea. All will be well/ just you wait and see.
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I wish to paint the sky flat-ward that I may climb and tell the heavens to come down – drink her fatty calf and sip a golden tea. All will be well/ just you wait and see.
(photo image by pixabay.com)
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