Marks Wings Gallery
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When he first called me angelI was sure he was mistaken.
marlas-dress: Like finding forms in clouds, I see angel wings in these marks.
Wings crackling like a flutter of applause, pigeons alight before St. Marks, National Geographi
Wings crackling like a flutter of applause, pigeons alight before St. Marks, National Geographic, Ap
In the soft grey silence, nothing moves. Like the aftermath of an apocalypse everything is quiet. Ev
“Virg, let me do it?”Virgil brushed his fingertips through the length of one of his blac
Loving my marks from Daddy. Still flying high. x
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