.
something
about
a barn
in a sense
we’re all
incarnate
.
with
a second left
on the timer
January
misspells
itself.
.
feathers
but not
enough
to reassure me
of your
innocence
.
.
.
something
about
a barn
in a sense
we’re all
incarnate
.
with
a second left
on the timer
January
misspells
itself.
.
feathers
but not
enough
to reassure me
of your
innocence
.
.
Love these, Mel – especially the last one, wow!
Thanks, Ash! Hope you’re well.
Doing pretty good, working and writing, the usual :)