Joy No. 26
When I saw the morning sun here in Michigan looking like a peach in an ash filtered sky on Monday, I felt grateful that that was the extent of the fallout and guilty that I could not do anything to stop it.
Well done.
When I saw the morning sun here in Michigan looking like a peach in an ash filtered sky on Monday, I felt grateful that that was the extent of the fallout and guilty that I could not do anything to stop it.
Well done.