Anne, with her father is out in the boat
Riding the water
Riding the waves on the sea
And so I whirl around and around, in this breathtaking, vertignious merry-go-round, until the reaper asks me for the last dance.
eulogy to a hell of a dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in that dark green dress…
Was she blinded by something she couldn't see, or blinded by seeing something she couldn't bear to look at? She was too tired to work…