“He stood alone in the twilight, staring back at the blue flowers of the rogue groundcover that had infiltrated his garden. He'd fought it long enough. It was time to accept the inevitability. Albert muttered, “Let the damn thing grow.” — Julie Bozza Copy Share Image
“He stood alone in the twilight, staring back at the blue flowers of the rogue groundcover that had infiltrated his garden. He'd fought it… — Julie Bozza Copy Share Image
