When she stopped kissing him his hand went to her waist to pull her back. The sun beat down on us. The day quivered. The sky was as deep as the ocean. We breathed underwater.
— Karen Foxlee
The Anatomy of Wings
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved
When she stopped kissing him his hand went to her waist to pull her back. The sun beat down on us. The day quivered. The sky was as deep as the ocean. We breathed underwater.
— Karen Foxlee
The Anatomy of Wings
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved