Without a wintry look right now I thought it might be fun to dig out an image from a winter past. Not that I’m complaining, but there is only so much one can do with fog and rain, especially at this time of year. Don’t get me wrong, fog and rain.
Without a wintry look right now I thought it might be fun to dig out an image from a winter past. Not that I’m complaining, but there is only so much one can do with fog and rain, especially at this time of year. Don’t get me wrong, fog and rain.
Time is strange but not a stranger. I drop to my knees to pick out glass beads: green for this lily pad island, true blue for the North Atlantic around it, black for Black Rock, red for that wild Aries heart of his. A thin piece of rawhide with a.