When the are small they throw stones at me, call me witch. But when they get older they sneak up…
“As bitter as wormwood,” said the traveler. Lucy set a mug of root beer before him. She refilled his mug…
When the are small they throw stones at me, call me witch. But when they get older they sneak up…
“As bitter as wormwood,” said the traveler. Lucy set a mug of root beer before him. She refilled his mug…