Bird Lovell
I used to be someone else. But I'm still him.
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the typeset is key. I feel pretty confident about this. but the words are flawed and grated against the unwillingness to fly above and below the sorted assortment Patterns are just chaos, organiz...
And already I find myself staring off into the now fled night. What do I think I see? What was there to be saw but the shadows who treat and retreat with the whims of an overused light? One can s...
It’s been over a year and I’ve found myself missing it. I mean, of course, I knew I /would/ miss it. But I thought, maybe, I didn’t need it. I was probably right. I didn’t and I don’t. But I do....
