The moon knows there are stories here. It waits for them to be told as if history preludes it. As if the stories will change when spoken again. As if the stories mattered.
Politics
Tag: Abstract
The Writing
Neither can roar
The moon knows there are stories here. It waits for them to be told as if history preludes it. As if the stories will change when spoken again. As if the stories mattered.
Neither can roar
