Dreams of the Prairie The last night in Dakota, bird hunting on the butcher’s land, you see rows of burning hedge, pages of prairie illuminated. You will remember this: smell of James River sedge borne …
March 23, 2016
Posted March 21, 2016
Dreams of the Prairie The last night in Dakota, bird hunting on the butcher’s land, you see rows of burning hedge, pages of prairie illuminated. You will remember this: smell of James River sedge borne …