Taylor Renee Whytelately I feel like I am made up of a thousand cream cotton threads dangling, reaching, barely…once in a while an unexpected gust or a wailing rain or a clementine sunrise breathes life into themJan 8, 2021Jan 8, 2021
Taylor Renee Whytethe beginningthere’s a small coffee stain on your palm. I notice is as we sit on my (second) favourite Wednesday afternoon bench. I watch you watching…Jan 8, 2021Jan 8, 2021