It is Friday. There is nothing that can’t be washed away. That’s what the tide says. But there is grit in all the tender places. And all along the verge, the caligraphies of the bodies of dead things.
Telling: Streams & Logs
Telling: Streams & Logs
It is Friday. There is nothing that can’t be washed away. That’s what the tide says. But there is grit in all the tender places. And all along the verge, the caligraphies of the bodies of dead things.