“Aiden drew Lana's eleven over his skin like a cloak, and inside it, found love. For a time the humming of all other numbers dimmed behind the brilliant None they created in each other's arms. The oaks, hazels, and yews… — Joni Sensel Copy Share Image
“Aiden drew Lana's eleven over his skin like a cloak, and inside it, found love. For a time the humming of all other numbers… — Joni Sensel Copy Share Image
