the feel of the keyin the lockhomeMaurice Nevile
wild geese circle a setting sunher last quiltMaurice Nevile
forgivenon every cloverleafraindrops
alonethe quietof shuffling socksMaurice Nevile
suspendedspinning a cocoonwidowhood
chapel candlea flickering facefinds the wordsMaurice Nevile
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