A chill crept into my bones but the caricaurs were starting to link arms and approach the water, shouting at me that they were coming to help so I dove under
Tag Archives: journey
go out
Maybe I’ll fake my death and write nothing else
Seen a Town, Squeaky Suitcase
That squeaky suitcase has seen a town or two, a weary, well-worn traveler accustomed to the roads and rows of all customs; this stuttery suitcase has strolled through a town or ten,
