Things from Her Attic by Ed Wickliffe
Things from Her Attic Ed Wickliffe “Welcome (Dolly’s banner would say) Home, Darling” But it went wrong over Sicily down dwn— Now her attic stairs she climbs one last time, she and he, on the left there, are looking maimed today in her tattered shoebox, yet these musty photos (just three of him) still frame […]
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