the last day of february was solitarily spent on the river for the full moon and the view through my goggles, as i toiled against the current, was decidedly different than my own two eyes. the sky was afire as the sun sank behind the trees and the moon slowly rose above the horizon to the east. no more 3 x 5's...
Faye Webster - 'But Not Kiss'
7 months ago
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