The Wounding Table | 365tomorrows

Her fingers are young but they feel wrapped in the heft of ancient mountains as she writes. Her nails are blotched with ink but she remembers the taste of the paint, that which she mined from beneath their tips as she thought with the edge of her te… The Wounding Table | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2NYv687
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