ici et ailleurs posted a photo: 
ici et ailleurs posted a photo: 
I am holding half an acre
torn from the map of Michigan
and folded in this scrap of paper
is the land I grew in
(Dan Messe, Half Acre) ici et ailleurs posted a photo: 
The adventuress never did like sunsets.
She liked the living, tidal dark of the middle of the night,
because there she had learned to be alone.
And she liked the very early morning,
which was the night opening a crack the fist it has closed around her,
allowing her to see her way --
the funnel of sky between the trees where the track parted them,
the white stitches up the center of the road.
(Jaimy Gordon, She Drove Without Stopping) cowboyEricGVSU posted a photo: 
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