the vestiges of a secret galaxy in repose woven between the strong, still arms of the oak tree and by the spider's nimble spindles and peopled with the confetti stars of last night's shower i could not hope for a more exact comfort
the vestiges of a secret galaxy in repose woven between the strong, still arms of the oak tree and by the spider's nimble spindles and peopled with the confetti stars of last night's shower i could not hope for a more exact comfort