Alysa Delgado

Wide Gold Eyes

Hara kneeled low to the dirt. Her tugging and digging seemed to be futile. The blackberries were endless. It was something she had come to realize a little too late after she and Ash had moved up here to the north west a mere two months ago. “Go to the PNW! You’ll love the PNW, there are so many trees and there are others like you guys!” her parents had told her. She kind of resented how they would only call it that, as if it were some sports car. PNW, PNW.