Her mind – blank. Her feet – worn out. Her hands – gnarled. Her stomach – growling.
Cicadas chirped that one summer evening, as she dragged herself through the river of thorns and thickets. 73 more words
Happy April!! Didn’t the whole first quarter go by in a blink. And now comes the fruits of our labors, or as the words I heard this morning as I got up today begins “The Feast.” So let’s talk about what all this means for this next phase, our 2nd semester, I mean quarter (smile.) I will have to skim thru it, since I woke up late, again. 743 more words