Cuttlefish | Will Harris | The New York Review of Books
We were sitting on the floor. I started writingas the window darkened and the grass grewbright. By morning, half the trees wereunderwater. What was it about being young andwant to…
We were sitting on the floor. I started writingas the window darkened and the grass grewbright. By morning, half the trees wereunderwater. What was it about being young andwant to…