Henry Miller // "This is my world, my stamping ground. I must run free...charging with lowered horns, ripping up the barricades that hem me in and stifle me. I must have room to expand."
Henry Miller // "This is my world, my stamping ground. I must run free...charging with lowered horns, ripping up the barricades that hem me in and stifle me. I must have room to expand."