Every time I see your face, I'm transported to that placeWhere we ran around chasing each otherHeads back, Giggles spilling outAs we discovered, Joy. ..
July 17, 1899
My eyes were found wandering today past the raspberries I was picking and into the dark woods where shadows danced. Mother told me neve..
The photos that were propped up in frames above the fire place mantle seemed to fold over themselves and shrivel away. The second bedroom with the sig..