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TCS: The Tenderness Has Run Out. Everything Falters.

Posted on January 15, 2024 by wordcloud9

Good Morning! ______________________________ “Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold.” — Zelda Fitzgerald ________________ “Read poems to yourself in the middle of the night. Turn on a single lamp and read them while you’re … Continue reading →

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