Poetry IN DROUGHT July 22, 2017November 3, 2019 Joana2 Comments My river of words dried up and now I'm thirsty for tiny drops of inspiration to refill this empty stream of vast land. The drought is killing me. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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I hope you get out of your drought soon!
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I hope so too.. 😦
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