yatharth in asheville@AskYatharth• almost 2 years ago

>Maybe a little breeze came up, maybe a hidden current, or the . . . but whatever the invisible hand, my little boat began to rock . . . Held by the hills and rocked by the water, the hand of the breeze against my cheek, I gave myself over to the comfort that came, unbidden. https://t.co/lgIiUpVsg4