Twelve Years in April By julieallyn | February 15, 2019 I walk away, fading beneath an Orion sky Venus high in the west, her pulsing light a boon to my sorrowed spirit. Daddy, you’re gone and I mourn you still. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X More Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related
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