Poetry Rec: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
Read Morei made liking Sylvia Plath into a personality
Whose woods these are I think I know.
Read MoreAs anyone who has the looming storm of their 30s staring down at them like the barrel of a fully loaded gun, I wish to preserve my youth.
Read MoreDon’t do that when you are dead like this, I said
Read MoreThanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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