Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE — Jay Woodman, SPAN
Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE — Jay Woodman, SPAN
Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE — Jay Woodman, SPAN
Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE — Jay Woodman, SPAN
Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE — Jay Woodman, SPAN
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Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE

— Jay Woodman, SPAN
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