Rocky cliff beacons Through fog, dreams give-way the light Flash of gold, then blue
By Jessica Rogersabout a year ago in Poets
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I wanted to immerse my senses into this moment, but the feeling I had imagined was better in theory, when I booked the Air BnB a few months ago.
By Jessica Rogersabout a year ago in Fiction