Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
A slow burn. Rust is a fire, the very air is corrosive here - but it's where the beauty is. Thanks for this, William.
A pleasure, Peter, and my thanks to you.
and so we will and dothis is great: )
Ah, thanks. But what’s really great, Brad, is finding out that this is meaningful to you.
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