Day 1663, spilled. Day's pictures, Poetry From the clothespins that are left I can see where you had your thought hanging to dry ~ I hope the blood stains came outShare this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related