Craig M. Peskett
In the year’s warmer half, I spend days upon the Painted Porch, awaiting youthful minds. In the colder half, I burrow, bury my time & burn old bark away.
Craig M. Peskett
In the year’s warmer half, I spend days upon the Painted Porch, awaiting youthful minds. In the colder half, I burrow, bury my time & burn old bark away.
