Blackness didn't dissipate immediately when she woke. She breathed thick, dusty air and tried to figure out where in time she'd slipped. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) December 12, 2014
I sent my heart in the mail but lost the tracking number and there's no guarantee of receipt. #poetry #mpy #FP
— Ay (@aault8) December 12, 2014
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Love the imagery and feeling this evokes.
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Thank you!
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