So feed it! haha, just kidding. This was a wonderful write. And I love the photo as well. Ahh, the country. There's no place like home. Plus, the thunder just doesn't rumble as well if you live under the city lights. There's no echo.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
josie
Sandie Angel :o) / May Lu $*_*$