OTHERWORLD wish that I were a field, late summer wish that I were a woman picking up a fallen nest, carrying it home in the fold of her dress wish that I were the bird, outside her window the perfect ease of it, not held, not […]
OTHERWORLD wish that I were a field, late summer wish that I were a woman picking up a fallen nest, carrying it home in the fold of her dress wish that I were the bird, outside her window the perfect ease of it, not held, not […]