Summer comes. The star-dashed evenings disappear. It is never full dark. The nights are short. They taste of salt.
The islands, drowning.
Still.
Still. I am here.
She dreams of dark places.
– Excerpts from “Salt and Skin” by Eliza Henry-Jones
Summer comes. The star-dashed evenings disappear. It is never full dark. The nights are short. They taste of salt.
The islands, drowning.
Still.
Still. I am here.
She dreams of dark places.
– Excerpts from “Salt and Skin” by Eliza Henry-Jones