Zev
Zev
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

I lost my best friend forever; her name was June, beauty intact and love divine.

We used to dream open-eyed, lying on grass, by the shores of the seasonal river.


Beautiful idea for the Mad-Lib Ayesha; we shoukd do it more often.:-)

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    "Silence is a shape that has passed. Otu-bre's lion-roses have turned to paper And the shadows of the trees Are like wrecked umbrellas." —Wallace Stevens