It is but one degree below sixty eight fahrenheit and my fingers are purple, my skin flakes like baklava. My fingertip cheeks blush and break…
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I don’t know how much more anger I can holdWhen I give myself time to stop and Think About Things I’ve avoided the whirlpool of…
“Rough air,” the captain warned. Oh, again, thought Ella. She just wanted to sleep. She opened her eyes and inches from her face there was…
