His smoke has formed the letters “An”, and into her ear he speaks, “…Anthology of a thousand and one champagne bottles emptied in succession into a b….” Our words come from places we rarely glimpse and never truly understand.⠀
His smoke has formed the letters “An”, and into her ear he speaks, “…Anthology of a thousand and one champagne bottles emptied in succession into a b….” Our words come from places we rarely glimpse and never truly understand.⠀