taking the brim took the broom
BriM __ here to go ~ Call it Écriture
The Darkness of the Wall
Someone's misery is not ours. It is
raining in Darfur; we have never been
there. At the end of the road, the woods
rise up like a dark mysterious wall. If we
only reach out to touch it- we become it.
Tear down the wall.
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