She sold her thoughts for playing cards, and macramé, and rum, then skated on a thousand hopes that never quite reached one. He asked her, by river's peace, if he could somehow aid her, but she on folding time had come, a shieldless, lost crusader
She sold her thoughts for playing cards, and macramé, and rum, then skated on a thousand hopes that never quite reached one. He asked her, by river's peace, if he could somehow aid her, but she on folding time had come, a shieldless, lost crusader