It is dark. There is nothing you can see, nothing you can feel, nothing you can hear, nothing you can…
…but perhaps plenty you can smirk at – at my expense.
(That’s the last time I call the Knitting goddess a bitch.)
gathering it all together
It is dark. There is nothing you can see, nothing you can feel, nothing you can hear, nothing you can…
…but perhaps plenty you can smirk at – at my expense.
(That’s the last time I call the Knitting goddess a bitch.)