Gravitas .0
The sun, that yellow spider’s web, revolves again around my head. The ground, alive and full of meat, pulls back and down and grabs my feet. Seems the constant need one feels for elevation ties … Read more
The sun, that yellow spider’s web, revolves again around my head. The ground, alive and full of meat, pulls back and down and grabs my feet. Seems the constant need one feels for elevation ties … Read more