Day 1798, corrugated. Daily picture, Poetry I saw these two hand prints in the dust touching the corrugated glass ~ I wondered if it was you and me trying to feel you ~ or did you never touched what us divides while I waited Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related