Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place. — Sarah Kay, The Type
Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place. — Sarah Kay, The Type
Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place. — Sarah Kay, The Type
Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place. — Sarah Kay, The Type
Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place. — Sarah Kay, The Type
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Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place.

— Sarah Kay, The Type
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