Doug Anderson: Enough
A sunlit wooden table with some scars. Jar of honey casting its wavering gold ghost. Spring water and the smell of the pines. And you with your heart wide open. … Continue reading
October 29, 2015 · 1 Comment
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A sunlit wooden table with some scars. Jar of honey casting its wavering gold ghost. Spring water and the smell of the pines. And you with your heart wide open. … Continue reading