The Scrubbed and Simple Moon
Watchless, wordless, compassless. Isn’t that when mountains open and light roars through, as when in the delivery room, slammed by a lot of meaningless brightness, you cried and were held…
Watchless, wordless, compassless. Isn’t that when mountains open and light roars through, as when in the delivery room, slammed by a lot of meaningless brightness, you cried and were held…
