“It’s too late for the beach.” We waddle our way down the dock not having a single thought. The sky is not…
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Half way through my book Golden light shines through shutters. Leaves sit still in jars. In a quiet room The sun…
“It’s too late for the beach.” We waddle our way down the dock not having a single thought. The sky is not…
Half way through my book Golden light shines through shutters. Leaves sit still in jars. In a quiet room The sun…