Create account
A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
Zaori is made by people like you.
4,435
edits
136
pages
1
recent contributor
edits
pages
recent contributor
When I was little, I would read the leaves. The veins were lines, the patterns stories, the intricacies were the pasts and presents and futures of all my little worlds. I also sometimes made sandwiches out of them.