At the end of the street, a path leads to the river. Dark-buttressed piers nudge the horizon's hem. In the right light, loose stones have the texture of tallow.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
At the end of the street, a path leads to the river. Dark-buttressed piers nudge the horizon's hem. In the right light, loose stones have the texture of tallow.