#37.2, Weds., Oct. 5, 2022

Historical setting: 589 C.E. The river crossing near Tours          In this little fringe of a wood I watch a vixen eluding me, giving up her own hiding so I won’t notice her kits.          It seems when I am in love the whole world is in love, and when my mind is only onContinue reading “#37.2, Weds., Oct. 5, 2022”