Gravid Wives : Gravid Wives

Along the trail, winding behind the saloon lies a man among the bushes, quietly singing rock'n'roll songs to himself, contemplative for the first and last time, or so it seems. The sounds flutter into the foliage and only the light of heart can see how the semi-opaque woodsfolk grapple and play among them, stretching the voices and guitar lines to pollinate the beautifully scary flowers in the yard.