The Rite of Sunday
Originally posted on Life's Side Effects:
c. K. Powers #16 PAD/Writer’s Digest Challenge Prompt: Write a (blank) of (blank) poem The Rite of Sunday A virgin season is born,on this hallowed hillside,swaddled…
Originally posted on Life's Side Effects:
c. K. Powers #16 PAD/Writer’s Digest Challenge Prompt: Write a (blank) of (blank) poem The Rite of Sunday A virgin season is born,on this hallowed hillside,swaddled…
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