standing fast at the boundaries offuzzed brush thistle scattering nearby: tousle of bees, the intimate flurry.the sun feasting on the shut-eyed grin-y..
The wilderness we title city; apocalypse ofthe season I will never remember -the high rise I shelter in,watching a silhouette of a lone man limpinto d..
She wept with him when she dreamed him back fromthe colossal desert he wanders alone.she keeps dropping herself there,Desperate to understand him as a..