I drive down from the mountain to one of the little towns clustered below, a half hour in pitch blackness until suddenly you see, of all things, a Panera.
Have good day with the dirt and azaleas. Your missives always produce such exquisite longing in me. 🙏thank you🙏
Have good day with the dirt and azaleas. Your missives always produce such exquisite longing in me. 🙏thank you🙏