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Red Woman
Red Woman By Stephanie Mesler I see you, a dismal speck of grey, washed over with the red that is myself. You are withered and infinitesim...
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Remembering Love By Stephanie Mesler Will you think of me as the wind blows across a mountaintop and will you know that it's me brushin...
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I grew up in the time of Vietnam, LBJ, and Watergate. My very earliest memory is of my father crying at the side of the road when they a... -
Black Bird January 7. 2021 By Stephanie Mesler Black Bird, I see you there, alone on the tip-toppiest branch of the barest tree, just the ot...
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