Get Away
Spring rolled through like bruised apples; the house still smells like Winter. Somewhere is a missed opportunity. Summer is turning into hot pumpkin lattes. No one gives a cent because […]
Cabin Fever
Broken days causing the loss of time—our money gone along with our peace of mind. We will sell our souls to go outside.
Brightest Day
Monday morning and early, I rise approaching the brightest day. I long for the Summer Solstice and the sunlight in my eyes.
Write Now and Later 
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