String Bean Hill [Nocturne No. 1]

As clover was the perfect cover for a fallow bean field, it seemed the beans were an afterthought, pressed into the ground by the subtlest foot on the subtlest evening of the year. It seemed the string beans cheated the land as they lay fallow in the darkness, Yet truth is often expressed in termsContinue reading “String Bean Hill [Nocturne No. 1]”