Different Pen
Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Sunday, November 02, 2014
walking wounded
A terrible need for someone else to take charge for a while. I will survive, as I always do. But what to do with this gaping wound inside?
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