I Was Meant for Firewood, But the Tree Embraced Me
I lean toward my mirror, gazing at the reflection of my pale features and at my almond-shaped eyes, whose spark has been dimmed by the sorrowful nights of the North. …
I lean toward my mirror, gazing at the reflection of my pale features and at my almond-shaped eyes, whose spark has been dimmed by the sorrowful nights of the North. …