We Artitsts, Dreamers, & Ingenues
And then hope leaped up into my heart and echoed down the ivory arching curvature of my ribs. Four small letters, like an ink map tethered softly along the bone. […]
And then hope leaped up into my heart and echoed down the ivory arching curvature of my ribs. Four small letters, like an ink map tethered softly along the bone. […]