August 10, 2021, 09:37 AM
the milkweed had been caught in a downpour. maggie had run then to a gloomy forest, and now sat leaning against one of the ugly trunks, watching the thunderstorm roll in the direction of the mesa.
"can't nuffin dull that bit o'custom!" she shouted defiantly in the direction of the dark clouds.
"can't nuffin dull that bit o'custom!" she shouted defiantly in the direction of the dark clouds.