Poem – More (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
More “Sold,” she said, as I stared in awe and wonder. But I had questions, important questions! Yet, I was silent in the face of her edict, her bright red and white sign. It was gone. So easily gone. So quickly gone. But how? Who decides what’s for sale? Who names the price? This place, this spot […]
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