The Jacket
February, and cold, dead straw from the tall pines in the boxy yard had nearly covered the assorted junk and trash. Humps of brown straw like fire ant beds, and there were many of…
February, and cold, dead straw from the tall pines in the boxy yard had nearly covered the assorted junk and trash. Humps of brown straw like fire ant beds, and there were many of…