The attic glows with this bamboo light as I write a post that echoes this morning’s flimsy and feeble affair. As with all echoes, it is fainter and even flimsier than the first, which amounts to almost nothing.
The attic glows with this bamboo light as I write a post that echoes this morning’s flimsy and feeble affair. As with all echoes, it is fainter and even flimsier than the first, which amounts to almost nothing.