Will cries out, low, a murmur of blue and green and gold. The syllables of my name float between us. I’ve never seen my name that way, in those colors, not from any other voice.

Autor: Megan Hart

Will cries out, low, a murmur of blue and green and gold. The syllables of my name float between us. I’ve never seen my name that way, in those colors, not from any other voice. - Megan Hart


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