a tanka
written for Twiglet #310
chromium white days that lacerate my eyeballs I wait for April for dimmed lights, a quiet sun lakeside walks without squinting
a tanka
written for Twiglet #310
chromium white days that lacerate my eyeballs I wait for April for dimmed lights, a quiet sun lakeside walks without squinting
It’s winter here. So that suns seems really nice.
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No sunnies? (aka sunglasses).
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Gorgeous. I love this.
I’m always so thankful when anyone embraces short form.
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terrific, Worms: so sharp and succinct, goes straight into my commonplace book —
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Is it possible to love that second like and also hate it? Ooh, the visual … well, it’s actually rather difficult to visualize anything with lacerated eyeballs but you get what I mean. 😎
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Too much bright light gives me ocular migraines, so I am not friends with it either!
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