White Horse Running
My grandpa turns eighty-six this year. His mustache curls yellow at the edges, like pages of a book spilled on and then sun-dried; his shoulders stoop and he leads with a small pot…
My grandpa turns eighty-six this year. His mustache curls yellow at the edges, like pages of a book spilled on and then sun-dried; his shoulders stoop and he leads with a small pot…