And here the grass, the soft blade cutting into the fingers of sunlight. Here the body of curd ripe and ready to be chewed. Here life still ripening towards rot. Taste it, darling; taste the fever before it spills. #scholarandscribe
And here the grass, the soft blade cutting into the fingers of sunlight. Here the body of curd ripe and ready to be chewed. Here life still ripening towards rot. Taste it, darling; taste the fever before it spills. #scholarandscribe