Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

I hate / the thought, whizzing by in red clothes.

Yet I admire its gloves. Hands are unbearably beautiful.
Yet I admire its gloves. Hands are unbearably beautiful.
They hold on to things. They let things go. —Mary Ruefle
They hold on to things. They let things go.
—Mary Ruefle

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