Maxioms by Louise Erdrich
Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.
Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.
In our own beginnings, we are formed out of the body's interior landscape, For a short while, our mothers' bodies read more
In our own beginnings, we are formed out of the body's interior landscape, For a short while, our mothers' bodies are the boundaries and personal geography which are all that we know of the world.
