(still)
We have planted potatoes, and garlic, and onions and carrots and peas.
Spent my Friday night playing Bullshit around a crowded table, then driving home in strange thin mists. There's at least one frog at the creek and I still ache all over with laughing.
The southern sky is made of lightning.
I've been reading all your journals and thinking responses that don't make it out of my head, but I wish for you everything good.
Spent my Friday night playing Bullshit around a crowded table, then driving home in strange thin mists. There's at least one frog at the creek and I still ache all over with laughing.
The southern sky is made of lightning.
I've been reading all your journals and thinking responses that don't make it out of my head, but I wish for you everything good.