If you pour too much, it spills all over you. That’s the point of it. You’re all supposed […]
journalling
You know I hate it when you dog-ear the pages because that means I have to go back […]
The antlers went clear through your chest. It’s not so bad; you were the one being hunted after […]
In the benign lights is pollution, but not so much so that you could not see Orion perfectly […]
A bite of red apple. The river is a sliver silver chain in the sun, but up close […]
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