That Was Close
That was close. They almost came, almost took the family away, almost banished us to that dreadful place. Instead, they took those neighbors. You know, the “others” we hardly knew. Continue Reading →
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Wearing Hurt
Sturdy, gray cloak —warmth is illusion— never resisting the chill, frayed where the heart cannot hide. Unfaded hurt. Woven barbs in fabric. Unraveled truths… tightening noose wrapping lies. Unworthy garment. Continue Reading →