she's a library
stories written by a life
only she could live
Susie Clevenger
NaPoWriMo Day 25
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were it not for rain I wouldn’t know how to bloom where grief seeded me she cried with laughter a healing rain in grief’s drought of withere... -
We danced to the end of the world on piano keys warmed by the moon. ©Susie Clevenger 2021 American Sentence: Seventeen syllables The Sunda... -
Beautiful, YOU Are , by Magic Love Crow My frayed wings fly an ink sky where inspiration defies gravity. Delightful Donkey , by Gina Mo...
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