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it will be good….

Posted on November 3, 2014 by Sally C

hurled with venom the rocks hit the surface of the sea, and disappear, the gentle spume is ripped open, torn away revealing a slate grey depth… + I am letting go, letting go of the lies I’ve been told, the lies … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: spume

it will be good….

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