Lilys of the Field: Are we like magnets? Or do we contain our own force fields-
Can white...
Are we like magnets? Or do we contain our own force fields-
Can white fall in love with black, night with day, hot with cold?
Can two people be so unbearably different but still find spaces
to fill with an unquenchable desire for each other?I found my day once, but he did nothing for me. My…
Sometimes when I dream, I sense a part of me that’s missing. It’s a strange feeling having your heart remember something your mind can not.
A Little Princess, 1995.
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