A fourth feldgang: I walk down to the creek where four blue heron aeries thrive. I am stopped in my tracks by these pterodactyls. My hackles burnish the skin on my neck. I am nothing. Long gone. #smallstories 4/4
A fourth feldgang: I walk down to the creek where four blue heron aeries thrive. I am stopped in my tracks by these pterodactyls. My hackles burnish the skin on my neck. I am nothing. Long gone. #smallstories 4/4