Coffee and Collared Doves
I opened the coffee, it looked good, it smelled good, it was perfectly dry – it was fine – not dusty, tasting just as it...
I opened the coffee, it looked good, it smelled good, it was perfectly dry – it was fine – not dusty, tasting just as it...
From my kitchen window I kept seeing a bird of prey over the road in the graveyard. It would jump down off the top of...