there are reasons for my silence. or excuses. whatever you want to call them, i have them. they’re locked in a box i keep on a shelf amongst papers and pens and brushes and things, a box meant for Only Sometimes but turns out to … Read More →
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there are reasons for my silence. or excuses. whatever you want to call them, i have them. they’re locked in a box i keep on a shelf amongst papers and pens and brushes and things, a box meant for Only Sometimes but turns out to … Read More →