SalmonAnne:
We know that in September we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost. ~Henry Rollins
SalmonAnne:
Cries the Raven
SalmonAnne:
to Grandmother's we go
SalmonAnne:
Introducing SalmonAnne
SalmonAnne:
to hunt
SalmonAnne:
to dream a dream of the me I'm too tired to be
SalmonAnne:
I hear you, Soul. I'm trying
SalmonAnne:
To protect is a Soul's life