There is no easy transition from February to March: a few leftover poems, a sense of the mundane, nothing to hint at the moments ahead, even as a winter’s tale ends and the winds shift.
02/26: To You
02/27: She Folds My Clothes
02/28: Certainty
02/29: In A Plane Over The Alps, March 2015
03/01: March
03/02: Fling
03/03: Moleskin 2.1: Birth
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