The other night, my teenage daughter was cuddling with me while I was reading. I got to this: “Hard morning winds were blowing life bolts against the sky each one blue enough to begin a world of its own” Continue reading “Reading Aloud”
Everything that pleases and pains
The other night, my teenage daughter was cuddling with me while I was reading. I got to this: “Hard morning winds were blowing life bolts against the sky each one blue enough to begin a world of its own” Continue reading “Reading Aloud”