We stopped as a gust of fresh wind ripped over our bodies, like a moving shadow.
Noon on Saturdays.
After a while, I could see it was bigger than him.
Outside
And other puzzling questions about coming of age and my womanhood…
And other puzzling questions about coming of age and my womanhood…
We stopped as a gust of fresh wind ripped over our bodies, like a moving shadow.
Noon on Saturdays.
After a while, I could see it was bigger than him.
I still don’t get it 