It was a frosty and foggy January morning, just past dawn. I was walking to the river, thinking about a story set in a logging camp I wanted to write. I made my way into a park and wandered through groves of stately conifers. I had the whole park to myself...and then I didn't.
Adapting
Adapting
Adapting
It was a frosty and foggy January morning, just past dawn. I was walking to the river, thinking about a story set in a logging camp I wanted to write. I made my way into a park and wandered through groves of stately conifers. I had the whole park to myself...and then I didn't.