"Want more coffee, hon?"The scent of wisteriain her Southern drawl.
"Want more coffee, hon?"
The scent of wisteria
in her Southern drawl.
Geoffrey Philp is the author of "Archipelagos," a book of poems about #climatechange. He is working on a graphic novel, "My Name is Marcus."
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