You might say the tornadoed trees unslept them Everything was odd, as was normal now, which is 2023 So they poked their heads out sniffed the air and bloomed...
Sarah B. Cahalan writes about art, books, faith, natural history, and the layers of places. She is based in Dayton, Ohio.
You might say the tornadoed trees unslept them Everything was odd, as was normal now, which is 2023 So they poked their heads out sniffed the air and bloomed...