ㅁ In mid-winter the mice become bold. One was on our kitchen counter. She met my eyes and pondered this territorial invasion witnessed. "Please leave me now," she implored, "to my crumbs."
– a nonnet.
ㅁ In mid-winter the mice become bold. One was on our kitchen counter. She met my eyes and pondered this territorial invasion witnessed. "Please leave me now," she implored, "to my crumbs."
– a nonnet.