My Feisty Bonkers Life
Cold ash in the grate, Nemain sat and stared.
Vaguely she remembered times past, when the fire raged, the bustle of feast days. Smiling and laughter. 72 more words
5 months, 2 weeks ago
Tarot by asa
Tonight my daughter happily emptied three baskets of toys onto the floor. Before her bath, we asked her to clean them up. But she didn’t want to clean up–she was busy drawing. 708 more words
11 months ago