10-5-17
In the time between snowbanks and vine leaves we find ourselves naked to the world. "Here's my junk pile, my midden, my refuse," said Sally. "And there's yours." And she pointed at my heart.
Sarah Papple
In the time between snowbanks and vine leaves we find ourselves naked to the world. "Here's my junk pile, my midden, my refuse," said Sally. "And there's yours." And she pointed at my heart.