Into My Pocket You Go

You stand in front of a shop of butter and spices, your head tilted as the wind brushes through your hair. Tattered boxes filled with beans align in the background, nothing more than specks of grain to the curves of your face.   And in your coat sewn with six strong buttons, your smile is […]
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Published on September 01, 2017 13:25
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