Undead
Never share.
The Garden of Paracelsus (1957) by Leonora Carrington
I woke up at 4 am this morning with the realization that not only am I late in writing Polly and Molly this week, but I’m also late in writing my next book. And if I don’t write another memoir soon, the New York Times won’t be able to find a lovably old-fashioned yet rapidly decomposing man from the N…