“The small circumstances of our lives continue on, scrambled by the inevitable decay of memory into lonely parcels - like misdirected love… — Samuel Winburn Copy Share Image
“The small circumstances of our lives continue on, scrambled by the inevitable decay of memory into lonely parcels - like misdirected love letters cherished… — Samuel Winburn Copy Share Image
“Neptune rose and Neptune set in the skylight above. Kalsang's tears collected on his cheeks and evaporated in a steady cycle. He sat for… — Samuel Winburn Copy Share Image
