Peru
Sunlight spilled into the room, it was Thursday morning April 26, 2012. The jungle around my modest bungalow was vivid and alive. Plants and flowers
little streams of consciousness
Sunlight spilled into the room, it was Thursday morning April 26, 2012. The jungle around my modest bungalow was vivid and alive. Plants and flowers
Linda wakes at dawn to birdsong, and the fresh smell of heavy dew that rests on exotic leaves that stand as tall as a she
I woke with the sunrise, only minding the ocean, never minding the time, and I had finally caught its rhythm. Salt burns on my elbows
His large strong, weathered fingers swiped at the flickering of the light, he wanted to hold it in the palm of his hand. He wanted