Written by Emily
I can feel the cold black, macadam under my bottom. I see the stars peeking between the tree lined properties in front of us. 612 more words
When I was a child I met another child. She was not then nor will she ever be a child in my mind.
I don’t want this article to be about what she did, but about the phenomena of repetition and the kind of obsession I think most people don’t understand. 711 more words