Come
The grain of the wood traced the scar exactly.
Load-bearing
I choose them both.
Still
Let the phone tell the truth when your mouth can’t.
Fish Tale
You’re asking was it the fish that started the dreams. Sure. The fish.
The grain of the wood traced the scar exactly.
I choose them both.
Let the phone tell the truth when your mouth can’t.
You’re asking was it the fish that started the dreams. Sure. The fish.