A Switchman’s Daughter
Wiping the fine mist of my breath from the window, I look up into the dark sky. It’s beautiful. The moon is full, bounded by
May 12, 2008
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Wiping the fine mist of my breath from the window, I look up into the dark sky. It’s beautiful. The moon is full, bounded by
All the ideas, advice, and opinion six decades can provide… and maybe a little wisdom.
All the ideas, advice, and opinion six decades can provide… and maybe a little wisdom.