Following CloverArriving in NadiStifling a sigh, I kneel down and re-address my left lace. I pause — there’s a memory. It’s that smell, the source revealing a young woman…Mar 21, 2016Mar 21, 2016
Following CloverReflectionsSoft soil squelches through the narrow gaps between my toes as I peer forward upon the Waitakere plant life. Observing the nimble hover…Mar 11, 2016Mar 11, 2016