Uncle Petrov once swore that snow in April forebode a good summer catch. Summers and minnows followed, and he would only smile and shrug, “Imagine if it hadn’t snowed.”washed up on the shore of this morning
Uncle Petrov once swore that snow in April forebode a good summer catch. Summers and minnows followed, and he would only smile and shrug, “Imagine if it hadn’t snowed.”washed up on the shore of this morning