When was it, perhaps, that my comfortable things became my prison? Share this:TwitterEmailRedditFacebookPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related 2 Comments A very probing haiku! Bravo. Reply Thank you very much 🙂 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: The coinNext Next post: To the left
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A very probing haiku! Bravo.
Thank you very much 🙂