By Orson Part One There was something strange about this place, its enchanting green, the weightless, endless grass which waved as if gently caressed by warm hands, the baby blue sky so delicate it could be broken…
Tag: River Nixie
I’ll be keeping this short and sweet since I’m in the middle of two pieces and we’d all rather I be working on that. I do want to make note for all of you playing along at…