I am both virgins—foolish and wise No sooner to take one glorious step Than slip and spill. How can I be Both faithless and believing in alternating breaths Knowing what I know?
Perfection is not required at this stage But constancy Might let me see the wedding feast.
It almost feels like fate, and yet I know it isn’t. Just a chain of choices long as life itself— this I say, this not; this I do, this...
It was Vernon Hamblin found it. He saw it scampering along the side of the highway out on the stretch of the Arizona Strip just north of...
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