I have no complaints. The sockeye fish hurries up river, but human hearts rest in nocturnal bliss. What scavenges the weak, the herb,
The rain falls like confederates, gray and heavy. The rain falls until the night is a lake and the bridge is a gray halo
according to susan sherman : according to may sarton : the day before my abuelita was born it was incredibly hot in france
Once I dunked my head into a barrel of water and took a big bite of you, Macintosh. You were tart and hard