Rolling through the world… Her hair there in the breeze where an empty window frame was. It can be just me but it is never just us. Other worlds pull - other gravities. The window frame that held her face now holds her body, leaving.
Rolling through the world… Her hair there in the breeze where an empty window frame was. It can be just me but it is never just us. Other worlds pull - other gravities. The window frame that held her face now holds her body, leaving.