Ever lift up a flaking scab and find that smooth, mother-of-pearl patch just beneath? Hard not to think of rebirth and renewal when you see that shiny expanse of healing. —Which, incidentally, tastes just like chicken.
Ever lift up a flaking scab and find that smooth, mother-of-pearl patch just beneath? Hard not to think of rebirth and renewal when you see that shiny expanse of healing. —Which, incidentally, tastes just like chicken.