The minute I hit Route 29 and glimpsed a view of the ranges ahead, I started crying. Maybe it was…
I want to gather my caftan with a thousand boats of resistance bobbing and wobbling on waters of meaning underneath…
The minute I hit Route 29 and glimpsed a view of the ranges ahead, I started crying. Maybe it was…
I want to gather my caftan with a thousand boats of resistance bobbing and wobbling on waters of meaning underneath…