At 3:15 the steep, snow-crusted slope at the end of the sports field started bowling out teenagers like they were cans of pop rolling out of a Coke machine. … [Read more...] about Feathers Out of Clay
wordsmith, wanderer, friend to dogs
By Shelley Wood
At 3:15 the steep, snow-crusted slope at the end of the sports field started bowling out teenagers like they were cans of pop rolling out of a Coke machine. … [Read more...] about Feathers Out of Clay