Daily Archives: 11/12/2021

By: Gabriela Yareliz I unbox my wreath and immediately hang it over the peephole box. It’s perfect. I can hear a distant apartment’s faucet, and then, it’s shut off. Silence. My red light glows before I twist it off, as well. My eyes adjust to the navy blue darkness. It’s bright. The moon acts asContinue reading “The Beaver Moon”