Am I really immortal, does the sun care, when you leave will you give me back the words? Don't evade, don't pretend you won't leave after all: you leave in the story and the story is ruthless.- Margaret Atwood, from the Circe/Mud poems.
Please knock on my little grey door.
Am I really immortal, does the sun care, when you leave will you give me back the words? Don't evade, don't pretend you won't leave after all: you leave in the story and the story is ruthless.- Margaret Atwood, from the Circe/Mud poems.