Last Thursday I stroked a horse and muzzled it before it leantaskew. There were ghosts in its hair that played in even the lightestof breezes. A tap… Read more “How to survive an apocalypse”
Last Thursday I stroked a horse and muzzled it before it leantaskew. There were ghosts in its hair that played in even the lightestof breezes. A tap… Read more “How to survive an apocalypse”
Vast Imbecility 