The Realms of Rooms

Where Are We Really?

By Calista Marchand-NazzaroPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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Walking between worlds.

Ghosts in one room, not the next.

Through walls to outside.

surreal poetry

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Calista Marchand-Nazzaro

Always learning and always evolving. I’m a creative, an idea person, a thinker, a dreamer, and working on being a doer. Many interests. Varied content. Food. Sustainability. Comedy. Poetry. Music.

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