“…My hair rising like smoke from the car window.”— ANNE SEXTON
That’s called the Falling Angel
It’s an amusement park ride
Some sort of roller-coaster
It takes you up and when it brings you down it gives you butterflies
“…My hair rising like smoke from the car window.”— ANNE SEXTON
That’s called the Falling Angel
It’s an amusement park ride
Some sort of roller-coaster
It takes you up and when it brings you down it gives you butterflies