“A journey is like a marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you can control it.” John…
The egg yolk glistened, a capstone to a hillock of flour mounded on the rustic wooden table. Early morning light…
“A journey is like a marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you can control it.” John…
The egg yolk glistened, a capstone to a hillock of flour mounded on the rustic wooden table. Early morning light…