Because I like it strong, I like it true, I like it rough, I like it RAW. Summer is here, third watershed ahead, this is a rude awakening. Nevermind. More to come, I hope.
Still struggling, waiting for the third watershed… in the dust of rough. Is it far from here? What’s the way? I have to work harder and deeper, dig like a pig; the source lies underground, as well as the potatoes.