Trouble in Hope Springs

Trouble in Hope Springs In my own defence pro se,let me say it’s not a closed case of cooking the books. Mining for brain fodder on the lunatic fringeis not for the squeamish or tone deaf. Today I’m picking Daffodils;watching them litter grief stricken pages with glee. Tomorrow, I’ll conjure screedsof smoke & shadows toContinue reading “Trouble in Hope Springs”

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