…in her eyes there was a misty light, produced by defective contact lenses…
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…in her eyes there was a misty light, produced by defective contact lenses…
“There is a black place inside me. It can be reached and perhaps it can consume. But it is not a hive. The black place inside me is mine. I found that it could be filled of architecture and light, water and ancestor, o, things that make me bow-to.”
Lisa Marie Basile | Nympholepsy