“If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered.” Stephen King
Thursday, July 2, 2015
riders of a grass ocean
The dogs only followed me out into the deep because they are both more afraid of firecrackers than they are of grass seed. But if the pitching grass is the ocean with sets of yellow cresting waves, then these must be her seashells.
No comments:
Post a Comment