ㅁ Once, driving across North Dakota, I crashed into a butterfly. At the time I didn't know, but later, stopped for gas, its beautiful corpse hung there limply: the bumper gave it rest.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ Once, driving across North Dakota, I crashed into a butterfly. At the time I didn't know, but later, stopped for gas, its beautiful corpse hung there limply: the bumper gave it rest.
– a nonnet.