Driving to a gig, thinking we were running late. Apparently, we weren’t the only ones 🙂 (Try to read license plate.)
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Her face was full of freckles, not a spot was bare, on her nose, chin and cheeks, speckles everywhere. Sprinkled on her eyelids, tossed across her brow, even dancing down her neck — Is she all covered now? Dots ran from her shoulders, and stopped on every toe, they perched upon her kneecaps — Where […]