North of PV

Sweat stains the page,
Heat, passion.

I knit my brow to resolve these moments into clear thoughts into cogent words that provide the breath of the wind in the trees and split between oceans and coast, and touch softly into our nest and watch the birth of the moon shimmer over the bay as the sun bows and basks in our glow.

About Uncle Fishbits

I'm.. just this guy, you know?

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