Poem XV, a rough translation of a Pablo Neruda poem
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Poem XV, a rough translation of a Pablo Neruda poem I like you when you’re
silent because it’s like you’ve gone—you’re hearing me from far away and my
voic...
Monday, November 18, 2013
What you hope to find at the end of your rope
Labels:
BC,
heavy-handed metaphors,
NaBloPoMo,
photography,
Texada,
water
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