When was it, perhaps, that my comfortable things became my prison? Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related 2 Comments A very probing haiku! Bravo. Reply Thank you very much 🙂 Reply Leave a reply to Deuscain Cancel reply 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 🙂