Contrailsdissipatinginspire starry wonder--It’s as if the plane touched the ground.Rushingfear fills, spills messily over--Are you okay, Mama?None of us isokay.
Contrailsdissipatinginspire starry wonder--It’s as if the plane touched the ground.Rushingfear fills, spills messily over--Are you okay, Mama?None of us isokay.
- John Steinbeck