Zephirium apochripholiae (Windwort) (1997), Dorothea Tanning
Dear Polly,
I don’t know where to begin.
I’m standing in the wreckage of something I thought was love, but now I don’t know anymore and that uncertainty is killing me.
It was a relationship that was filled with the kind of intensity that seduces you into believing it must be love by how good it fe…


