November 29, 2025
I traced my life in pillows. The feathers poking through ticking, the corduroy cushion, the rolled t-shirt, the memory foam, the dry grain-filled tube, and the ones we tossed to the floor (laughing).
Sarah Papple
I traced my life in pillows. The feathers poking through ticking, the corduroy cushion, the rolled t-shirt, the memory foam, the dry grain-filled tube, and the ones we tossed to the floor (laughing).
