First, call me Steve and read this in bestia’s voice:
And now you’re ready for today’s poem.
Mind in a haze
One of these.
- pleasantly -
And finally, here are four photos from the beautiful end of yesterday by the lagoon. Flamingos are gone, people are gone, only dinosaurs remain. I mean…
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #179: Haze