New new! Trying to see where this goes :)
The distinct smell of wood, real, near mythical made-from-a-tree wood, doesn't welcome Selene with a hug when she enters the shop. It bombards her, instead, like a strange olfactory version of a battering ram.
By Dior Acuzar2 years ago in Fiction
is it possible to recognize something you've never known? i keep searching; lost and ambling – for a place? a house, a city, a street.
By Dior Acuzar3 years ago in Poets