From the moment we are born, we begin to die. Mum tells me this, holding my hand, big fat tears falling like wingless angels before the procession. Carrots, Cream, and Detah – Jamie D. Stacey
From the moment we are born, we begin to die. Mum tells me this, holding my hand, big fat tears falling like wingless angels before the procession. Carrots, Cream, and Detah – Jamie D. Stacey
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