Sailing under the guidance of a feather

Rosemary still loves, she says, “on condition.” a car arrives. Rosemary receives it. garment: clean (minus the mysteries). she is dialed in; fresh. I move on swishing round the pavement of alleys to waves. a sign blinks: “VICTORY DON’T SLEEP” I look around, check my pockets. “LIVE EXTRA  G NTLY” the neon goes dark. things … More Sailing under the guidance of a feather

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