When the caricaurs went back to the lake the next dawn, I was so thirsty only the water concerned me. But they were hardly watching, just bringing me along like a pet or something, so when they set me down
queer fantasy author and poet
When the caricaurs went back to the lake the next dawn, I was so thirsty only the water concerned me. But they were hardly watching, just bringing me along like a pet or something, so when they set me down