haven’t forgotten how I sprawled on the carpet in front of the TV slid into any base and dove to the ground to catch passes rising with...

if these tea leaves and this wooden cup knew each other from a forest in India, I think the leaves would speak first as they bathed in...

the hose nozzle leaks drips on the dry sand birthing four leaves and a swelling flower bud   should I fix it now as that life cycle nears...