A domestic Friday morning
Continents don’t drift this slowly. Yet always it is my turn, your reminder, to turn my head toward you. I am sorry, my anonymous benefactor, who should not be seen as an assassin,… Continue reading
Continents don’t drift this slowly. Yet always it is my turn, your reminder, to turn my head toward you. I am sorry, my anonymous benefactor, who should not be seen as an assassin,… Continue reading