I had a demure cry about it at the time. The joy of coincidence and sadness of missing Bigby was a lot. Today is tearier.
Grief is so weird.
I had a demure cry about it at the time. The joy of coincidence and sadness of missing Bigby was a lot. Today is tearier.
Grief is so weird.
- Picking up neat dead bugs and sticks
- Encountering wild passionflower vines and mistletoe
- Feeding an assortment of ungrateful birds and squirrels
- The window I adorned with plants and prisms
- Picking up neat dead bugs and sticks
- Encountering wild passionflower vines and mistletoe
- Feeding an assortment of ungrateful birds and squirrels
- The window I adorned with plants and prisms