Garden Inferno: My Raw Confessions of Nature’s Devouring Ecstasy
I pressed my nose to the window. Sun scorched my skin through glass. Blue dress…
I pressed my nose to the window. Sun scorched my skin through glass. Blue dress…
Sun hammers down at three PM. Sirocco whispers hot death. Garden crisps yellow, flowers wilt…
The group halted amid pines, limestone rocks, dried ferns. Sun blazed high. Heat crushed us.…