Читать книгу The Spoons in the Grass Are There to Dig a Moat - Amelia Martens - Страница 7
ОглавлениеOnce upon a time there was a fly. Once upon a time there was an ache shaped like a sunflower, at least to the eye. Once upon a time a field lay down in a patch of gods and got shot through the gut with cotton and wheat. Once upon a time all grass was seagrass and we swam, serrated by the blades of all known light.
