Soft
The unruly curls that feather against the baby-fine hairs on the skin of my cheek, the threadcount worn thin from countless nights of restless sleep, the lamplight that spills over… Read more »
The unruly curls that feather against the baby-fine hairs on the skin of my cheek, the threadcount worn thin from countless nights of restless sleep, the lamplight that spills over… Read more »