I did the thing

Here's that tattoo I mentioned a few posts ago. I'm in love with it. A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a... Continue Reading →

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