At Home without a House
It's the big dark. Dark heavy clouds blanket our skies, our hills, our spirits; rain turns fields and trails to mud; trees hang brooding above us, dripping, dank and damp, shieldin…
It's the big dark. Dark heavy clouds blanket our skies, our hills, our spirits; rain turns fields and trails to mud; trees hang brooding above us, dripping, dank and damp, shieldin…