Square Peggy

 If I wasn't already known as the village crazy lady then walking barefoot down the street stroking my hand with the fronds of a fabulou...

Whistles and shrill squeals awaken the evening air as the swifts soar and arc across the sky in their infinite playground of freedom. They h...

I've been wanting to write this post for a while, but I'm not entirely certain of what I want to say, so please bear with me! It...