At my maiden visit to OWA Park recently, I savored a warm, buttery, salty, soft pretzel. I ate it slowly, pulling away limbs from the main body, sitting in the full sun, watching passersby pass by.
At my maiden visit to OWA Park recently, I savored a warm, buttery, salty, soft pretzel. I ate it slowly, pulling away limbs from the main body, sitting in the full sun, watching passersby pass by.