all who wander are lost in some scape – land of mind, body; until moon sings to sun of the last vine of being: weaves forth the stardust of all folks into unparalleled pulse, blood unburdened: tangled along the curve of earth’s spine.   by Renee Hamlin   Renee Hamlin is a student transferring to…

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