When I was a child, I imagined eating clouds, that the clouds could eat hahaha, I played with my grandfather's tools and imagined that they had life and history. They were characters that jumped through my grandmother's garden
When I was a child, I imagined eating clouds, that the clouds could eat hahaha, I played with my grandfather's tools and imagined that they had life and history. They were characters that jumped through my grandmother's garden
RE: It's a Southern Thing | Mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2190 | Prompt: mud pie (pastel de barro)