Those imaginary state lines have become a prison for lonely hearts. If you love the person, escape.
I held a clump of sand in my small hands. I laughed as I fought to keep it all from slipping between the spaces of my fingers.…… Read more “Until There Was None”
He saw her just at the edge of the clearing. The pines stood proudly above her, towering, and intimidating. She looked small, for the first time. He…… Read more “What Could Have Been”