A poem written on the occasion of encountering an online news article featuring a close relative.
I love this poem! Wow!
(Only criticism is temp of a high fire kiln is +/- 2381 F.)
Thanks! We’ll call that temp poetic license.
Or we’ll call it the Celsius equivalent.
I love this poem! Wow!
(Only criticism is temp of a high fire kiln is +/- 2381 F.)
Thanks! We’ll call that temp poetic license.
Or we’ll call it the Celsius equivalent.