{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry","author_name":"AleathiaDrehmer","author_url":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/author\/aleathiadrehmer\/","title":"Angela Mankiewicz, 01\/12 - Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"32yAKZuQ7e\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/angela-mankiewicz-0112\/\">Angela Mankiewicz, 01\/12<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/angela-mankiewicz-0112\/embed\/#?secret=32yAKZuQ7e\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Angela Mankiewicz, 01\/12&#8221; &#8212; Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)\" data-secret=\"32yAKZuQ7e\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","description":"The Orange:\u00a0 My Mother At 101 My mother waits for me,* this time on a thickly stuffed chair, painted in mostly blue to highlight the ice of her eyes. She is in no hurry and has much to occupy her, these unmeasureable spans of possibly passing hours. Again, she chooses the orange, watching him roll [&hellip;]"}