POEMS

The River- Merchants Wife a Letter

(The husband left, shes still waiting for her husband, it's been five months. The moss has grown so much!

As a child he never thank him, his father for all the hard work.  "Cracked hands that ached" Blueblack cold- Frostbite.

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