Dogs are barking down the street as the dark umbral shadow of the earth creeps across the surface of the moon.
There are no prospects for romance this evening, though i did get wood.
A fire sounded nice, I thought.
Dogs are barking down the street as the dark umbral shadow of the earth creeps across the surface of the moon.
There are no prospects for romance this evening, though i did get wood.
A fire sounded nice, I thought.