of cooling, to make my granite setts. Broken away from Africa and hewn in what we call Portugal. They’ll linger around my fruit trees as a stone border for a few more years, their journey’s so long my own passes in a heartbeat.
of cooling, to make my granite setts. Broken away from Africa and hewn in what we call Portugal. They’ll linger around my fruit trees as a stone border for a few more years, their journey’s so long my own passes in a heartbeat.