“Why trouble the young and brooding with harrowing spells of magic? We are bats of fruitless wombs perhaps? We comb the hilly tops of sanguine trees and fecund seas. We travel footfall/ trespass over and over lips and crest.”
Quote by Harry Edgar Palacio
Book:Ambrosia
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