The fields remember those who have walked them, golden harvests and gatherings that promised only starvation. The fields remember those who made love at wild edges, the blood poured in thanks, the crying of the neck. https://t.co/f6ZfVAagLt
The fields remember those who have walked them, golden harvests and gatherings that promised only starvation. The fields remember those who made love at wild edges, the blood poured in thanks, the crying of the neck. pic.twitter.com/f6ZfVAagLt
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 7, 2020