What’s worse?Living with someone you don’t love, or living with someone who doesn’t love you?
Sadness creeps, like moss that didn’t seem to take the first few times, like care that got slapped back and is now shy and worried and confused. My sadness, my woe, stalls often, in my heart’s most balanced places, like an owl in dusk, a chuckle in solace.
The little girl stood patiently, as she did every day, outside the large school when classes were finished. While she stood, a quiet…
