Tickling my calves as I step along the side of the road, purple-tinged panicle with a point like a witch’s broom, not quite ready
Tickling my calves as I step along the side of the road, purple-tinged panicle with a point like a witch’s broom, not quite ready
Abandoned in the cracked blue swimming pool, eyes riding just above the surface of clotted algae, they set the tone for my days. My
