This time of year draws on me like a bucket from a well. I feel like pieces of me are…
Emptying the trash…
Once upon a time, I was someone different. I was younger. I was full of ideals about the world and…
This time of year draws on me like a bucket from a well. I feel like pieces of me are…
Once upon a time, I was someone different. I was younger. I was full of ideals about the world and…