Open your hands and walk through your garden//Is there dirt beneath your nails?
Slugs and Snails, Butterflies and Bees
Open your hands and walk through your garden//Is there dirt beneath your nails?
What if I just sit here. What am I worth then?
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
Born in Poland | Lives in Texas Now | Hype
Speculative fiction book reviews and more!
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