TRT | II | Golden City
II | Golden City ❦ I rub my eyes and stare at the donkey again. There’s no mistake.It really has wings. And it just spoke to me. The rowan leaves aren’t orange anymore.They’re bright green. The tree’s whispering is clear now. (Musical.) ‘Shall we go?’the donkey says. I feel the funniest sensation ever come over … Read more