
“Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?” ― Sylvia Plath Elm Cee’s Black…
Cloud Watching Over Townsend Meadow
“Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?” ― Sylvia Plath Elm Cee’s Black…
Cloud Watching Over Townsend Meadow