Microfiction: Hibernation by Jean Roberta
The moon is full tonight. I can’t see it shining on the billows of snow outdoors, but I know they look like the curves of a voluptuous woman, sparkling like a queen’s jewels. I want to remember all the words of that French song: my country is winter. Je suis une citoyenne de l’hiver. … Continue reading Microfiction: Hibernation by Jean Roberta
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