MamaJuana

WISH YOU WERE HERE Place Stamp Here Mama juana by chris the poet The: way we cure, the way we marinate in this big glass bottle of rum and spices, twigs and natural things, the way we sit with our thoughts, sit with our bodies, ir sit with this red sun setting fast, preceding the birth of a new kind of beauty, a starry night kind of veauey: 2 moon kind of beauty, pour raid out inall our flavor and ahs onto the dance floor owe Seis for just a taste 9,4, aLyou be: of the DR