I write. I read. I raise children. I look for bushes to rattle. I stand on hillsides outside of Florence and shout, "WTF?"
I write. I read. I raise children. I rattle the bushes. I stand on hillsides outside Florence and shout, "Beauty!"
I write. I read. I raise children. I look for bushes to rattle. I stand on hillsides outside of Florence and shout, "WTF?"
I write. I read. I raise children. I rattle the bushes. I stand on hillsides outside Florence and shout, "Beauty!"