“February 3rd” by AnnaBeth Lane
The sort of innocence of an early spring day at 59 degrees with no//telephones— no idea of anything else. The fluctuation of senses…
The sort of innocence of an early spring day at 59 degrees with no//telephones— no idea of anything else. The fluctuation of senses…
It is a slow disrobement at first//casual, then passionate at the rousing of the wind…