When I was cutting hay in the Sandhills
You’re all alone, it’s two in the morning, a full moon is illuminating the elk’s head on the wall, and the house is echoing, periodically, to a metallic clattering, with…
You’re all alone, it’s two in the morning, a full moon is illuminating the elk’s head on the wall, and the house is echoing, periodically, to a metallic clattering, with…