“You’d wrapped me in bubble wrap like a precious heirloom, but my lungs needed crisp fall air and hints of bonfire smoke.” From "An afternoon bike ride" by Moira Richardson. @moirariom.bsky.social
Just one of the many lovely gems in our May issue. 🍂🚲🦉
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by Moira Richardson My calves burned like fire, my hair streaming behind me in the wind of my own creation. For the first time in a long time, I felt free. You’d wrapped me in bubble wrap like a...
