My dear Summer wind, Thy cool breath on me Blow! Oh so soothing, I thank thee lovely wind, my dear. Swim through me cool me
Still breathing I am no matter the weight of your words like a virus flying through my veins multiplying, infecting my beautifully calm, decisive platelets
Illustration by Tatyana Safronova Written by Parivash Fahim Goff Edited by Andrea Nevin February 2019 She knew there would be no other school now. After
Guest Blog Posted by: E. Brackin Picky. Finicky. Eats like a bird. These were words I would often hear about my eating habits while growing