Poetry
Every Sunday Morning
the phone rings–my grandmother’s voice winds through static, light as the creek curling around her back porch …
Taylor Mallay
April 1, 2025
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the phone rings–my grandmother’s voice winds through static, light as the creek curling around her back porch …
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