Posts by Joe Egly
I thought that I was a rock, alone in a dusty field beneath
I thought that I was a rock, alone in a dusty field beneath scorching sun. My edges were sharp and jagged, my insides hardened and beyond memory. Then...
I thought that I was a rock, alone in a dusty field beneath scorching sun. My edges were sharp and jagged, my insides hardened and beyond memory. Then...