Blizzard of ’56
by Tim O'Donnell
Issue No. 181 ~ June, 2012
She is near me now, the Mayor’s Wife. It is her hair I smell - fresh flowers and fruits. She is as silent as the snow that holds us, packs us in.
She is near me now, the Mayor’s Wife. It is her hair I smell - fresh flowers and fruits. She is as silent as the snow that holds us, packs us in.
