It is Saturday. I am down, knees to ground, all scuff and abrasion. The huff of lost breath, like a small creature run for cover. I want my breath back. I want to call my breath back. I want my breath.
Telling: Streams & Logs
Telling: Streams & Logs
It is Saturday. I am down, knees to ground, all scuff and abrasion. The huff of lost breath, like a small creature run for cover. I want my breath back. I want to call my breath back. I want my breath.