Trees without leaves are bold, a boldness which pleases
Derelict web
Moribund abode
Abandoned net
Under my backyard fence,
I heard people’s voices
Side of city touching
the ocean touching
Quiet lakes untouched,
Away from blue sky
and white fluffed up clouds,
Born in May are vertically straight
green bodies, stylish, silky
Welcome to the first LLR newsletter of 2018. Here’s hoping it will be a great year. This round-up includes a few interesting stories from the week, both on Medium and off.
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