“And who are you?” she sternly spoke to the voice beneath the smoke.
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke to the voice beneath the smoke., a photo by sidehike on Flickr.
Will you still need me? Will you still feed me? When I’m sixty-four?
These adirondack chairs were just outside the window of the office I was working in all week. 72F and breezy the whole time. You wouldn’t believe the restraint I needed to keep working.
