I’ve been remiss.
Late October is our last harvest, the new moon, the month the Mayor of Chicago called for a General Strike— and I haven’t told you a damn thing about what I’ve been stirring in the pot.
We’re going to need replenishment.
I’ve been remiss.
Late October is our last harvest, the new moon, the month the Mayor of Chicago called for a General Strike— and I haven’t told you a damn thing about what I’ve been stirring in the pot.
We’re going to need replenishment.