Pasta and Petroglyphs
“Ow, ooh, ouch… ow..” “What’s up?” he asked, locking the door of the flat as I descended the steep stairs. I grinned through the pain… he’d know soon enough… the calf muscles had taken a hit from three days climbing hills. Which is why, we had decided, Sunday would be leisurely… Continue reading at The Silent Eye
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