A dream of Sally Field
before her habit.
Of goods unsold and their crestfallen man.
Of footsteps lost in slow meander,
and a rethreading of fumbled beads that will bring you back.
A dream of Sally Field
before her habit.
Of goods unsold and their crestfallen man.
Of footsteps lost in slow meander,
and a rethreading of fumbled beads that will bring you back.
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