“Hers to be his to be hers ad infinitum, smoke smudging the bell of her throat. To what had been or might've been her thoughts migrated, cloth wall he pressed his hand against, he of the indelicate embrace.” — Nathaniel Mackey Copy Share Image
“Hers to be his to be hers ad infinitum, smoke smudging the bell of her throat. To what had been or might've been her… — Nathaniel Mackey Copy Share Image
