Day 1929, stare. Daily picture, Poetry for some reason they all stared deep into the surface of the body in front ~ at the end they saw no longer light like the wanderer that couldn’t fit.Share 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