July
2009
The birds sang in as many hues as there were greens. And the dogs howled, louder even than the brightest of vines cradling grapes waiting to be sweetened by the passing of summer. Of time.
2009
The birds sang in as many hues as there were greens. And the dogs howled, louder even than the brightest of vines cradling grapes waiting to be sweetened by the passing of summer. Of time.