And they asked, are we losing our membership? To sensible decisions that weigh on each of us like lead. And solder panes of life together, into a stained glass vision. Soft enough to bend, hard enough in our blood to warp our heads.
And they asked, are we losing our membership? To sensible decisions that weigh on each of us like lead. And solder panes of life together, into a stained glass vision. Soft enough to bend, hard enough in our blood to warp our heads.