Eating All the Sunlight-Soaked Oranges

I enjoy getting a little orange in my stocking every year. Today, I played with visualizing the joy of that experience. New Poem A Precarious Achievement It was a beautiful ceiling,a feeling of wishingthe time I wasn’t homeflickers across and distortsour lives.Games and cookies further generalizedwhile the implications stimulatedgiving us candles, the yard was spectacularlyContinue reading “Eating All the Sunlight-Soaked Oranges”