taera:
The worldis shivering—listen. Your voiceis a river spilling into an ocean, or nightrushing into a darkening sky. Like coming home late,the house cold. Who is waiting but someone you once knewand were not expectingand were hoping to see again.Carole Glasser Langille
The worldis shivering—listen. Your voiceis a river spilling into an ocean, or nightrushing into a darkening sky. Like coming home late,the house cold. Who is waiting but someone you once knewand were not expectingand were hoping to see again.
Carole Glasser Langille
