The Masters
The morning came up clean, warming sweetly through the panes. Fingers of a corkscrew willow, studded green with rebirth, shimmied in a breeze. The motion toyed with patterns of the…
The morning came up clean, warming sweetly through the panes. Fingers of a corkscrew willow, studded green with rebirth, shimmied in a breeze. The motion toyed with patterns of the…