Dawn and the Maiden
My love is a river. My love is a brink. My love is the brink of an underground river. My love’s arms ripple like rivers in the moonlight when he unlocks the garden gate.
Read MorePosted by Sofia Samatar | Apr 2, 2013 | Short Fiction
My love is a river. My love is a brink. My love is the brink of an underground river. My love’s arms ripple like rivers in the moonlight when he unlocks the garden gate.
Read More