PINECONE STEW: Into A

Sunday, November 27, 2016

His once beautiful smile had aged into a pronounce gash of grief across his blank face.

Jon said...: That sounds like an apt description of me.; November 27, 2016 at 6:55 AM
Pinecone Stew said...: You are preachin' to the choir . . . *; November 27, 2016 at 3:04 PM