Guided When confluence in the heavens shone brighter than any illuminated text they high-fived, then headed to the mall for myrrh and frankincense stopped by the bank for gold. Whenever, on that dusty trek needles of sand attacked camels were crabby thighs chafed, tailbones ached eyes rose again to blue-white beam that drew them like… Continue reading Guided
Violet Nesdoly 