The battle for my front garden
Dirt grinds between my fingertips. It has already caked itself onto the pads and fingernails, pushed up what was left of cuticles. I could wear gloves. But I don’t. There’s so...
Dirt grinds between my fingertips. It has already caked itself onto the pads and fingernails, pushed up what was left of cuticles. I could wear gloves. But I don’t. There’s so...
