It’s Not Aliens…
Last night as the sun fell behind the clouds, you could hear a low baritone song emanating from beneath the lake ice that sounded to me as if a lost whale was searching for the way out. Sometimes in winter…
Last night as the sun fell behind the clouds, you could hear a low baritone song emanating from beneath the lake ice that sounded to me as if a lost whale was searching for the way out. Sometimes in winter…