Fellow | Dramatic Writing
From South DakotaPRISCILLA: At Hangman’s Tree, there was a girl, singing. She floated past me and started to dance. She spoke to me. She told me the story. The story of how she died.
From South DakotaPRISCILLA: At Hangman’s Tree, there was a girl, singing. She floated past me and started to dance. She spoke to me. She told me the story. The story of how she died.
