I walk downhill, through the rain and towards the sea.
I am in My Eighteenth year. My Adulthood is shaped by how I temper smiles. There are infinite graceful ways to quench a burning. We skip and it is an act of rebellion. It is time to choose: Shepard or Sheep or Human Who Curves into a Beast.
I am in My Eighteenth year. My Adulthood is shaped by how I temper smiles. There are infinite graceful ways to quench a burning. We skip and it is an act of rebellion. It is time to choose: Shepard or Sheep or Human Who Curves into a Beast.
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