Her eyelids are hummingbird wings. Her chest undulates under a bedsheet. Outside, frothy clouds float before a half-moon unaware of the strife, and later, you take the baby monitor with you to the patio and let nature in. You remember the owl, dee… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader Fever By perfectsublimemasters on July 13, 2024 Her eyelids are hummingbird wings. Her chest undulates under a bedsheet. Outside, frothy clouds float before a half-moon unaware of the strife, and later, you take the baby monitor with you to the patio and let nature in. You remember the owl, deep in the White Mountains, its winged silhouette searing through the air, predatory […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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