ㅁ Walking from the car... the snow crunches. Late dusk: the road is lit purple. I like when it gets this cold. Mortality flavors unrepentant air and I know, then: what matters: only: now.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ Walking from the car... the snow crunches. Late dusk: the road is lit purple. I like when it gets this cold. Mortality flavors unrepentant air and I know, then: what matters: only: now.
– a nonnet.