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Photo + Writing Prompt | November 2019
Nov 3 · 2 min read

What is home but a book we write, then
read again & again, each time dog-earing
different pages. In the morning I wake
in time to pencil the sun high. How
fragile it is, the world — I almost wrote
the word but caught myself.
From the poem, Written Deer by Maggie Smith

