Pic and a Word #290: Bound out

Today a doomy poem and glimpses from the waterfront of Trieste, a city bound in nostalgia and history. But first, three times that I was by the sea in Trieste: Bound out Bound to find out it’s easier to go out with a whisper than a flame, bound to think it only happens to otherContinue reading “Pic and a Word #290: Bound out”

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