Isle of Skye, May, 2022
Old Man Storr rained down
As I hiked the hills towards
His grizzled, matted beard.
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Kendra Marya
Campervan living Canadian with a penchant for psychological thrills and cats.
B.A. Communication & Philosophy
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Gossamer
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