Beth Lyons
@bethlyons.bsky.social
Devotee of the Atlantic. Living on the unceded and unsurrendered land of the Wolastoqiyik. She/her/elle.
“Alright there, Evel Knievel,” I scoffed at my dog as he positioned himself, too close for my comfort, near a busy road to pee.
Once again, the way that I‘ve spoken to my canine familiar reminds me that I am indeed my father’s daughter.
Once again, the way that I‘ve spoken to my canine familiar reminds me that I am indeed my father’s daughter.
December 13, 2023 at 12:42 AM
“Alright there, Evel Knievel,” I scoffed at my dog as he positioned himself, too close for my comfort, near a busy road to pee.
Once again, the way that I‘ve spoken to my canine familiar reminds me that I am indeed my father’s daughter.
Once again, the way that I‘ve spoken to my canine familiar reminds me that I am indeed my father’s daughter.
This new place seems fine and all but it will always be missing the glory that was ftonboacnstrctr.
December 4, 2023 at 11:55 PM
This new place seems fine and all but it will always be missing the glory that was ftonboacnstrctr.