in a windswept deseert
As the events of this New Year’s past, I find myself reaching and almost gripping onto the memories of ceremony and song. In the twilight of this mornings sleep, I try to hide in the slumber to continue … Read More
As the events of this New Year’s past, I find myself reaching and almost gripping onto the memories of ceremony and song. In the twilight of this mornings sleep, I try to hide in the slumber to continue … Read More