Mother nature, mother nature cast your spell. Mother nature, mother nature bring me back from hell. After I died I woke up in a river. The water was covering my legs to the knees. My head blossomed of wild flowers. My body reeked of Oleanders— White smell and poisoned taste. I could not open my … Continue reading The Holy River.
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