It felt as if I’d been teleported to the dark side of the moon, forced to gaze out at the stars and wonder which one I’d — Heather Heffner, Year of the Wolf
It felt as if I’d been teleported to the dark side of the moon, forced to gaze out at the stars and wonder which one I’d — Heather Heffner, Year of the Wolf
It felt as if I’d been teleported to the dark side of the moon, forced to gaze out at the stars and wonder which one I’d — Heather Heffner, Year of the Wolf
It felt as if I’d been teleported to the dark side of the moon, forced to gaze out at the stars and wonder which one I’d — Heather Heffner, Year of the Wolf
It felt as if I’d been teleported to the dark side of the moon, forced to gaze out at the stars and wonder which one I’d — Heather Heffner, Year of the Wolf
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It felt as if I’d been teleported to the dark side of the moon, forced to gaze out at the stars and wonder which one I’d come from.

— Heather Heffner, Year of the Wolf
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