Molding
Grace Chhetri With sun tinted hands she would take the sweat from inside of me Wrapping them in a shawl around herself The noise from the world would blend into […]
Grace Chhetri With sun tinted hands she would take the sweat from inside of me Wrapping them in a shawl around herself The noise from the world would blend into […]
Grace Chhetri An imprint of our bodies in the greenness of the land Inhaling pieces of the sun The warmth filling us up, tracing our bellies Until it overflowed from […]