“We ride the blades again beside the crooked bay. You smile. I hold you like a hole holds light. We wear our hats and ride the knives. They cannot fix you. They try and try. Tunnel! Into the dark open… — Maria Hummel Copy Share Image
“We ride the blades again beside the crooked bay. You smile. I hold you like a hole holds light. We wear our hats and… — Maria Hummel Copy Share Image
