R.M. Dolin, December 1, 2023 The air I breathe no longer moves, frozen by the very same sky creatingrings around the full moon castinglost shadows on still falling snow with a claritythat causes me to remember the way your eyes reveala faraway light of forever, …
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R.M. Dolin, November 7, 2023 Trudging stoically toward the barren late day field,November wind rips through my well-worn clothes, burning my face and numbing my fingers. The distant horizon falsely holds a promise of warmth wrapped in a lie that’s become so necessary. She is …
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