Scrungy dogs bark in the distance as the painted rooster calls forth the day. I sit close to my morning fire, shake off the desert dew, and warm my old crooked bones.
Living On Earth – A Life of Off-Grid Minimalism
Scrungy dogs bark in the distance as the painted rooster calls forth the day. I sit close to my morning fire, shake off the desert dew, and warm my old crooked bones.