by Matt Prater
It’s July. You’re alone. Upstairs.
A storm is coming in: green-grey,
but yellow on the wallpaper’s
crest of checkered flowers. Continue reading
by Matt Prater
It’s July. You’re alone. Upstairs.
A storm is coming in: green-grey,
but yellow on the wallpaper’s
crest of checkered flowers. Continue reading
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