Inanna by Elaina Turpin
I used to dance in the moonlight. The fields of red wheat beckoned me like ocean waves. I would sneak out my bedroom window, my nightgown hitched up around my waist. My bare skin glowed opalescent. I was Inanna, Queen of Heaven.
Elaina Turpin lives in Oregon. She is a self professed tree hugger and has been known to randomly break out in song.
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