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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Throwing handfuls of loaded imagery from a decade of memories, whence you began and who you became, up against a wall to find a little peony in the pieces that stick. Hoping that something reverential stands out from the tidepools of irreverence sitting in someone else's hands. Holding hands with ghosts in a hallowed game of Red Rover, roving the landscapes to see which words escape and bid them a sweet smell-ya-later.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Throwing handfuls of loaded imagery from a decade of memories, whence you began and who you became, up against a wall to find a little peony in the pieces that stick. Hoping that something reverential stands out from the tidepools of irreverence sitting in someone else's hands. Holding hands with ghosts in a hallowed game of Red Rover, roving the landscapes to see which words escape and bid them a sweet smell-ya-later.