The fields of winter are not just hungry for sun, but the old offerings. Bread, toasted cheese. Maybe cider. Sometimes a drop or two of blood. https://t.co/s1gwwC6jtr
The fields of winter are not just hungry for sun, but the old offerings. Bread, toasted cheese. Maybe cider. Sometimes a drop or two of blood. pic.twitter.com/s1gwwC6jtr
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 1, 2020