An End for Crows (Part 22)
In the beginning, I was desperation. I was a spark, cast from rocks, dancing in the air with potential, going cold against unwilling tender. I was a spark, cast from rocks, dancing in the air with potential, going cold against unwilling tender. I was a spark, cast from rocks, dancing in the air with potential, … Read moreAn End for Crows (Part 22)