I haven't been home in over eight years. The thought makes my heart race and my knees quake. I walked out after my father decided he wasn't going to ..
The days seem shorter now.The sun leaves by 6 and joins us at 7.It stretches over Mt. Mansfield, slowly creeps onto Burlington and makes it rest in Pl..
She sits in her small art studio, alone. Her canvas is blank. Her hands are doing it again. Her hands are in control, again...Her hands are old and wo..
the big purple whohas bundles of hugsfor everyonetold me a secret oncewhen he gave me a hughe whispered in my earthe ones who cluckthe ones with much ..