—after Alice Aycock An uneasy fog swells from this calligraphy, the bloom of recollection decoyed to decay. Or is it just the morning, breathing after the dull rain, &n [...]
—after Alice Aycock An uneasy fog swells from this calligraphy, the bloom of recollection decoyed to decay. Or is it just the morning, breathing after the dull rain, &n [...]