the origin of clouds (a novel)#11
There were many nights when mother crying while father yelled pulled Susan from the static drift of her dreams. She’d lie awake in bed, a cocoon of distractions, tracing […]
There were many nights when mother crying while father yelled pulled Susan from the static drift of her dreams. She’d lie awake in bed, a cocoon of distractions, tracing […]
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