Slope o’ Oak
I step again into the icy stream, and am reminded of my short-lived flesh. What makes us clench, what makes us twitch and grip the driftwood for a chance of shore? Why do we jump, why do we dive and … Continue reading →
I step again into the icy stream, and am reminded of my short-lived flesh. What makes us clench, what makes us twitch and grip the driftwood for a chance of shore? Why do we jump, why do we dive and … Continue reading →