Nobody made music in the summer and the poetry was unoriginal.34MAGFeb 9, 2020Sign up to like postSubscribeLoginPrivacyTermsInformation collection noticeShare The days were longer and somehow felt useless under the boot of a heavy sun. FOR WHOM THE LACK OF TIME IS A CONVENIENCE BY TONI ST JOHN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 73 This post is for paying subscribersSubscribeAlready a paying subscriber? Sign in
