You are told to believe in one paradise and then there is the paradise you come to know. The shoes lined up in pairs by the door and the herd moving with its mysterious intent across a dark plain. The blue of the sky which is the zenith of all colors…
4 tygodnie temu
In the park we stopped and looked up at the high branch where the ferruginous hawk ate another winged thing, the torn feathers drifting down. The hawk made a noise, like a little lever of pleasure giving way inside. I thought of the question the choreographer asked her gathered…
4 tygodnie temu