My “work-minds” like mud, summer sunlight dries it all, world is real again.”
“Alone on lakeshore, soaked in bug spray, fishing pole, missing my Grandpa”
“Pale legs with pink dots, mosquito and chigger bites, guess I must taste good”
“Tire swing in air, no fear of where I will land, I bravely let go”
“Suspended Summers, Bittersweet swirl of childhood, memory, and desire.”
