January 17, 2015May 8, 2019A // W // F a promise, left on a park bench in the frost … …I had it already prepared: the words inked on the shiny green undersides of six acuba leaves, with their brilliant gold speckles. I stuck a hand in my pocket and ran a thumb over their leather skins. Yes. This place. This… Continue Reading "a promise, left on a park bench in the frost …"