Still more work to do Remembering yesterday Now with my coffee. Smelling coffee Breathe Once again it’s morning dew
god did the Spanish moss melt into this entrancing glow, the red lizards trying
can sense the character and life of someone simply by observing their activities for a day
Eyes go wide on the rail first level balcony 40 yards from School’s thunder striker, fields of monks, a legion
you know poets right?