Craving
A sun drenched afternoon in the lawn of my garden back home
Phuchka
The smell of my mother’s skin
The crook of my lover’s arm
The red topped desk I used as a little girl and wrote my first love letter
Quiet Familiarity
A sun drenched afternoon in the lawn of my garden back home
Phuchka
The smell of my mother’s skin
The crook of my lover’s arm
The red topped desk I used as a little girl and wrote my first love letter
Quiet Familiarity
