sarah.yusko:
listen...with faint dry sound, like steps of passing ghosts, the leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees and fall.
sarah.yusko:
hexagon
sarah.yusko:
sweet bailey
sarah.yusko:
march is the month of expectation, the things we do not know...
sarah.yusko:
shh
sarah.yusko:
the golden hour
sarah.yusko:
mustang
sarah.yusko:
shade makers
sarah.yusko:
curves