Walking the town before the day.
Sun on face. Breeze.
Skin, muscle, bone.
How can I express the gratitude I feel for the space my body occupies?
How can I stay here in it?
(Letter #3,788)
Walking the town before the day.
Sun on face. Breeze.
Skin, muscle, bone.
How can I express the gratitude I feel for the space my body occupies?
How can I stay here in it?
(Letter #3,788)