It’s the morning after All Hallow’s Eve, and red LED illuminates the path. Costumes constructed to impress a dear friend. A tale of balance unattainable, Jung suggests. The art supply store supplies recommendations the artist ignores. At Zara's place, nary a red tag wags. To soar. To surrender. Having reinvented the box, be fed and satiated. Tears soak through the paywall. Flossed nerves slacken. Kate faces the memory of her first beg.
It’s the morning after All Hallow’s Eve, and red LED illuminates the path. Costumes constructed to impress a dear friend. A tale of balance unattainable, Jung suggests. The art supply store supplies recommendations the artist ignores. At Zara's place, nary a red tag wags. To soar. To surrender. Having reinvented the box, be fed and satiated. Tears soak through the paywall. Flossed nerves slacken. Kate faces the memory of her first beg.