Those minutiae calcify into the bones of our intimacy. — Jac Jemc, The Grip of It
Those minutiae calcify into the bones of our intimacy. — Jac Jemc, The Grip of It
Those minutiae calcify into the bones of our intimacy. — Jac Jemc, The Grip of It
Those minutiae calcify into the bones of our intimacy. — Jac Jemc, The Grip of It
Those minutiae calcify into the bones of our intimacy. — Jac Jemc, The Grip of It
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Those minutiae calcify into the bones of our intimacy.

— Jac Jemc, The Grip of It
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