December 12, 2020 Driftwood Days Driftwood days. Snarls of hours of aimless tossing, root and limb eroding. Oh, for a beach to bask, A hand to grasp. Something save the rolling. Hardly poetry, but an apt description of yesterday. Until tomorrow… Chloe Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditPocketMoreEmailPinterestTumblrLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related