I’m in the middle. The middle of the narrative. Not close to the end. Not at all.
But, what if… What if I AM? Maybe I am close to the end… that the novel simply stops there… 279 more words
I acquired this little Victorian-era birthday greeting in a box with other little antique booklets and cards at an auction house in the early 2000s. It had a very powerful impact on me when I read it, but at some point it got placed in storage and so did the words that speak the resolve to be true to ourselves. 51 more words