My Dear Flesh
A spring night, I walked past a ‘god’. I wonder if it was a cat or a man. Or was it a wind I felt in a slumber? They were certainly there, celebrating the cycle of lives in small ways.
A spring night, I walked past a ‘god’. I wonder if it was a cat or a man. Or was it a wind I felt in a slumber? They were certainly there, celebrating the cycle of lives in small ways.
