On The Seventh Day There Was Sun
I was just about to write about the mud that’s everywhere here, and the smell of burned charcoal in the air, when the sun finally decided to show us today that it still exists. Complaining postponed for now.
I was just about to write about the mud that’s everywhere here, and the smell of burned charcoal in the air, when the sun finally decided to show us today that it still exists. Complaining postponed for now.