The urge to return grew as my doom approached. Visions of fog shrouded trails, tidepools and craggy coves filled my restless sleeping. Like a salmon thrashing and plowing back up its origin stream to spawn…
November 21, 2024
The urge to return grew as my doom approached. Visions of fog shrouded trails, tidepools and craggy coves filled my restless sleeping. Like a salmon thrashing and plowing back up its origin stream to spawn…