The days broke gloomy all weekend, a lowering sky, slate gray, light shifting so slowly it felt time had stopped.
Amid the muted, muddied colors though, this lone datura glowed, sleek and white and toxic, a ghost amid the spiky brush.
The days broke gloomy all weekend, a lowering sky, slate gray, light shifting so slowly it felt time had stopped.
Amid the muted, muddied colors though, this lone datura glowed, sleek and white and toxic, a ghost amid the spiky brush.