I said I wasn’t going to do it again. I wasn’t going to set myself up for heartbreak and regret, but I did and Iris
Author: itsa5doglife
AS THE CROW FLIES
As the crow flies, past the fence, fields and far tree line, across a small town and an inlet bay, sand, silt, and seaweed rise,
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