These Days
It got cold again, but no snow.
I feel like I'm walking on the bottom of the ocean, with weighted boots, against the current.
I want to write illicit things here.
I wonder where the lake-gulls go during the winter.
Do they migrate south?
I feel like I'm walking on the bottom of the ocean, with weighted boots, against the current.
I want to write illicit things here.
I wonder where the lake-gulls go during the winter.
Do they migrate south?