Paraffin | 365tomorrows

Affin slipped and slid over the lumpy white slopes. Her hair hung clotted with curdy chunks, and irritating crescents of tallow lingered under her fingernails; most of her skin was hidden under smeared wax; her clothes were heavy with clinging runof… Paraffin | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2OI9Bti
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