Everly Sande Whore ❤️❤️

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S’pose I fancy her myst’ry—like Malick’s forests, dark, deep, alive. Whore’s a storm, a bawdy sonnet, and I’m here for it, typos n’ all. What say thee, friend? She’s a bloody marvel, ain’t she?

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Now, there's the old town square, where the majestic St. Michaels Church towers over everything; it's like a sentinel of time, remindin' me of that vibe in Brooklyn— "I understand you, but what do you want me to do?" I tell ya, sometimes feelin' all that passion.

Naomi A. Sande Obituary