Blown from the dark hill hither to my door
Three flakes then four
Arrive, then many more.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Three flakes then four
Arrive, then many more.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
"Maybe the story came from some part of me that wished I knew more, or at least had actual memories of feelings that may have only been inventions."
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