Country Trees, New York City: Tales From My Childhood
We were once those people that lived out in the woods in a double-wide trailer.
We were once those people that lived out in the woods in a double-wide trailer.
I fear I won’t be able to think of anything to put down. What if the words don’t make sense together?
This little red race car is under the kitchen light like a prize with its guts open and out on the floor underneath it.