The Last Marco Polo
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*by Richard Montana*
My host ushers me, the exotic Italian, into his yurt. We get horsemilk
drunk. Photoshopped mares hang from canvas walls, throatsingin...
4 hours ago
Small feet, soft hands
Tiny nails, tender palms
Closed eyes, moving lips
Kicking feet, dancing hips.
Soft cry, still night
Noisy day, quiet nap
Frail frame, father's arms
Dancing mom, sleeping son.
Brown bears, pink birds
Softer mat, comfy bed
Eyes beamed, joyful crowd
Smiling face, parents' pride.
Photography by TOBYLEAH. Please CLICK HERE to visit the owner's page. Thanks!
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