Lilly lay back gratefully on the fresh linen sheets. It was one of her very favourite smells. From the time the sheets were on her crib, hand-washed by her mother, to presents, on sheets washed by mac… more →
life is a dance with the reaperwrote 2 years ago: Lilly lay back gratefully on the fresh linen sheets. It was one of her very favourite smells. From t … more →
wrote 2 years ago: From the day I had “grown-up” thoughts running in my head, perhaps from the time I was 1 … more →
wrote 3 years ago: One two three Two two three Three two three In strange, dark, touchless world whirling. How is it I … more →
wrote 3 years ago: The harder I struggle the more the ropes seem to tighten, and yet I have to. After what seems like h … more →