
Gently Glow the Firewheels
The sun begins to slip down toward late afternoon. The firewheels preserve the glow of their infatuation with Sol’s warmth as long as they can:
The sun begins to slip down toward late afternoon. The firewheels preserve the glow of their infatuation with Sol’s warmth as long as they can:
I was angry. I can’t even remember what I was angry about, except that it was something about my art. I was at that point