Where shall I hide my things? —Emily Dickinson The attic: separated for eternity from its twin, the basement, by architects and their congregation, who
Where shall I hide my things? —Emily Dickinson The attic: separated for eternity from its twin, the basement, by architects and their congregation, who
She sits between two men who touch her arms with their arms a steward drops multiple things on one coffee stirrers ice a sugar
About "Robin": "It [was] a bit on the barren side where I was living, and the birds, especially the bright red birds—the robins and