Michelle | Barbara
Borders are scratched across the hearts of men, by strangers with a calm, judicial pen,
and when the borders bleed we watch with dread the lines of ink along the map turn red.
~Marya Mannes~
23 October 2015
Borders are scratched across the hearts of men, by strangers with a calm, judicial pen,
and when the borders bleed we watch with dread the lines of ink along the map turn red.
~Marya Mannes~
Tandem Echoes 