He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: mad — Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
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He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: made him silent and deliberate, thoughtful: deep.

— Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist
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