Went to ask of Alice And hear the things she said. Whispering of cabbages And soddered cups to fill my head. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ In, amongst, amidst the kin, she offered to spill of grins, fellow monks that saturate the silence to begin. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Advancement,” she said, “can be discussed over tea.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Alas, I could not… Continue reading The Invite
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