flax-golden tales: on the beach in purgatory
on the beach in purgatory The beach was cold and partially covered in lingering snow and completely deserted except for a fluffy black dog near the shoreline, he trotted right up to me when
on the beach in purgatory The beach was cold and partially covered in lingering snow and completely deserted except for a fluffy black dog near the shoreline, he trotted right up to me when
I am mostly hibernating but I went outside to play in the snow on Sunday. I made a snow bunny. And a tiny snowman. And I ran around Narnia-looking Central Park in the sunshine
love will be there in the morning I thought that love had finally decided to leave me alone. It had come and gone before and never stayed for very long or hurt too much,
I’ve been staring at February strangely because I am confused and annoyed that it has arrived already, but it’s been five days now so I think it’s here to stay and didn’t make a
dinosaurs on holiday The dinosaurs showed up near the end of tourist season when we were all starting to get bored but before our welcome smiles had completely worn out, which was good timing.