The dogs are forever taking a route I don’t want them to. Wind blown, caustic and harsh on the skin…basic, barren stretches of land.
Yet, in moments with grace, I think ‘ 59 more words
I set aside specific days to write this journal/introspection of my childhood and life. If anyone reading this has suffered at the big, callous, hand of abuse…both visible and invisible. 1,383 more words