Singer/artist/writer. In love with musings, food, and eye candy. https://www.clippings.me/alicehsueh
Light filters in through like dappled water
Walking across the trails through the dense lush forest
Look, over there, you said, tugging my arm.
For her, it was refuge
Refuge without choice
The captain, her husband, pulled her by the hand
As they ran away with the general
At night
There is no pillow so soft as a clear conscience
