The Legendary Myth of the Barn Owl There I was, riding the winds of life, warm Guatemalan air streaming through my hair, the warmth of a body pressed against mine, riding through the airbase on the back of a scooter.
By Pamela Ouellette4 years ago in Fiction
The Legendary Myth of the Night Owl There I was, riding the winds of life, warm Guatemalan air streaming through my hair, the warmth of a body pressed against mine, riding through the airbase on the back of a scooter.
