Small enough that a single ridge in her tread would fill the entire sky and stretch into the far horizon — an endless canvas of worn rubber, painted with thick boulders of grit and loose grass that would put redwoods to shame…
Soon to be one more stain in the mess…🫠
Small enough that a single ridge in her tread would fill the entire sky and stretch into the far horizon — an endless canvas of worn rubber, painted with thick boulders of grit and loose grass that would put redwoods to shame…
Soon to be one more stain in the mess…🫠
(out loud)
(out loud)
but
coler...
but
coler...