‘Do you remember how we met?’ I mutter, the side of my lips curling upwards as I watch a small cloud pass overhead, the pure blue sky blurring the edge of the often unappreciated spectacle. The sun shines overbearingly behind it, only adding to its impossible beauty. Rays of golden sunlight hug my body, aContinue reading “Ryan Peter Anderson”
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Writings Of A Queer Mind 