woods-hansel

November 7, 2024

It’s two versions to the story
In mine a bone poke through chipped bars
The witch sighed, “You not growin’ very large”

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“The texts we write are not visible until they are written. Like a creature coaxed from out a deep wood, the text reveals itself little by little.”

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