And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. From, “Take This Waltz” by Leonard Cohen Polar Dark When summers brushed our skin and winters pulled us close, sun and snow shone sparkly and clean, servants of love’s season. When autumn stayed, dysfunctional limbo, a gloom of weighing and […]
dVerse — Prosery — Polar Dark
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