The First Day of Spring Page 5
by Mari Wolf
sound andscent, all blended, hypnotically perfect, something infinitely preciousthat she could never, never leave.
For it was summer on the world, and festival time again.
by Mari Wolf
sound andscent, all blended, hypnotically perfect, something infinitely preciousthat she could never, never leave.
For it was summer on the world, and festival time again.