The morning quietly waits. The sky a pale blue. Delicate clouds on the horizon. Coyote fences along the road. Below ground, new growth unseen, trembles with expectation. Annell Livingston
The morning quietly waits. The sky a pale blue. Delicate clouds on the horizon. Coyote fences along the road. Below ground, new growth unseen, trembles with expectation. Annell Livingston