Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Waiting for an angle of the light
Some sound
A certain level of humidity
When memories pile up like snow
If you trip and don't fall
On the carnal rug
Melting with humility
When weaker people might succumb