I had a sad FB day the other day.
It’s one of those nights. I’ve struggled one more time to write something…
Katie looked at the fragile ball in her hands. It was her grandmother’s. She can close her eyes and almost hear the woman’s voice, broken…
Dreaming…Maybe… Someday… Teaching English…Her mission impossible…In exotic Kathmandu…With the memories that make…
Riding the wavesHigh on the tideSoaring on storm surgeWind whippedTorrent tossedLightning struckFeet that danced the crestsTurned…