Sutliffe bridge Sunday morn, driving by fields of growing corn. Ashes away into the flood, darker and thicker than our blood. Away, away brother of mine to see a world much more divine.
We are all just babes in the woods.
A deaf person who has been pleasantly stuck in a dimension between dream and reality, where my sign language turns into written poems.
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Poetry written by Katrina Cain
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A really good work.
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I have a question regarding your book I believe I should not post in public. Could you please send me an email so I can ask away?
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SOmehow, I missed this and never responded to which I apologize. If you still have a question, my email is elehner@frontier.net
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