Jaazaniah, 2003

Jaazaniah, 2003 Holding a picture and a “never, never” you were a gritter of teeth and a ram, but because you heard Him you answered yes. You stepped into a heavyset bus with orange curtains in the land of Rus, where you fell and jammed the knee to a bruise, ripening under pale skin. AContinue reading “Jaazaniah, 2003”