[Abridged]
“One night, they drew it—the town they dreamt of, fences yellowed, clouds like the static on the tv. One night in a symphony of nights. And He likes us until he doesn’t. Like trees struck by lightning, we aren’t visible until we’re on fire.”
[Abridged]
“One night, they drew it—the town they dreamt of, fences yellowed, clouds like the static on the tv. One night in a symphony of nights. And He likes us until he doesn’t. Like trees struck by lightning, we aren’t visible until we’re on fire.”
