By Heather Wyatt Photo: Denise ~*~ I stare upward after you make a surprisingly loud thud in my light fixture. You and your kind have invaded my house. Swarms of thousands, red, with black dots, a design to imply innocence but you fly at my mouth and eyes. So, I see you, wandering along in […]
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