Relative Gloaming
Distance pointed. On its head it wore a mountain. And its hair looked like clouds. Distance beckoned. I wanted to run right over and hug it. But the closer I got, the more it pulled … Read more
Distance pointed. On its head it wore a mountain. And its hair looked like clouds. Distance beckoned. I wanted to run right over and hug it. But the closer I got, the more it pulled … Read more