From the Archive: The Saturday Rumpus Essay: I Left My Heart in Taos
You might gasp. You might gasp and your heart slips out. You whisper and let red willows drift toward the river.
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Join NOW!You might gasp. You might gasp and your heart slips out. You whisper and let red willows drift toward the river.
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