05 Nov Vision of Anaia
I open my eyes and wake up to the sound of birdsong. There is a glint of dawn through the window in all her radiant colors. I slip on my robe and slippers and pad downstairs of my Oakland home. I open the gate to my...
I open my eyes and wake up to the sound of birdsong. There is a glint of dawn through the window in all her radiant colors. I slip on my robe and slippers and pad downstairs of my Oakland home. I open the gate to my...