No gods will be born this December eve as we stand shod to knees in snow under hard stars within a black ring of
I clasp my hands and bow my head for You, but I doubt You are appreciative of this act. On the movie my mother
dear mother. The stick of the needle and the thin burn pushing in me. The grinning panther warming shadows, lips split over hard arching
Of course the Disney version was problematic, that a girl gives up her voice to get a man to love her, that speech could