I’m out for an adventure.
variegated in expression, lit by the eternal lightbulb, the sun coiled twists, bearded growth, and cheeks like rolling hills made them selves known. one sense, now turned off by another, and another, turned on by him. this is aaron, a lily of another kind.
“Coffee, not so much; tea, yes, homemade, I like to make it myself,” Aaron like tea – homemade, because I like to make it myself.