By Lucia Cubb ÔÇÿThe pen between my fingers is sensuous, alive almost, I can feel its power, the power of the words it contains.ÔÇÖ (Margaret Atwood, The...
By Lucia Cubb ÔÇÿThe pen between my fingers is sensuous, alive almost, I can feel its power, the power of the words it contains.ÔÇÖ (Margaret Atwood, The...