The warm air slipped around my shoulders like a blanket.
Category: writings
Juan and Irene
I can’t recall any specific conversations, just a low, lazy murmuring as we watched the palm trees lash against the window panes.
Yoga (and word-working) with Jill Rodgers
The warm air slipped around my shoulders like a blanket.
I can’t recall any specific conversations, just a low, lazy murmuring as we watched the palm trees lash against the window panes.
SomerJill 