Everything is safely stored in the Archives
“It would be almost impossible.”
“Loving the almost.”
”...the wind of multiple wings rustling in the distance, gracefully whispering the ingredients of a miracle…”
I am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth.
And I am coming home to you if it’s the last thing that I do.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map