i commend my soul to any god that can find it.
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09.10.2019 в 18:35
Пишет Сехмет:внезапноURL записи
не люблю подобные концепты, но образ красивый и использование образа вендиго интересное.
Windigo
The sumac pushed sour red cones through the air.
Copper burned in the raw wood.
You saw me drag toward you.
Oh touch me, I murmured, and licked the soles of your feet.
You dug your hands into my pale, melting fur.
(Louise Erdrich)