What the Dove Did Not Say
She wakes me with a hand that knows only giving, her voice a low hum in the dark: a mother cannot afford to rest. This is my inheritance, not land, […] More
She wakes me with a hand that knows only giving, her voice a low hum in the dark: a mother cannot afford to rest. This is my inheritance, not land, […] More
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