When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over…
She sits naked on a rock a few yards out in the water. He stands on the shore, also naked, picking blueberries. She calls. He…
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over…
She sits naked on a rock a few yards out in the water. He stands on the shore, also naked, picking blueberries. She calls. He…