Yams
“The sweet potato pie curse,” they’d mutter when night brought silence to their homes. Cursed by a tuber and inspired by a fever to find more. It stretched their minds like it’s roots underground. Digging through rich loam and poor lives alike.
“The sweet potato pie curse,” they’d mutter when night brought silence to their homes. Cursed by a tuber and inspired by a fever to find more. It stretched their minds like it’s roots underground. Digging through rich loam and poor lives alike.