Mum and I sit at a round, white table most nights.
a living moving breathing poetic essay about being crushed by love
Hi Rick! Thank you. Those last few words are such an accurate characterization of... well, a lot ... words I would never have expressed until this story, at this age. Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful, devastating, not one spare word.
Thank you! I appreciate "not one spare word" because I'm aware of my tendency to overdo it sometimes. I tried to rein myself in.
Mission accomplished.
This was truly haunting, and so important.
Thank you! 😊
DAMN! You are such a captivating story teller.😭
Hi Heather! Thank you. It has taken a long time to get to the telling part, but better late than never.
a living moving breathing poetic essay about being crushed by love
Hi Rick! Thank you. Those last few words are such an accurate characterization of... well, a lot ... words I would never have expressed until this story, at this age. Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful, devastating, not one spare word.
Thank you! I appreciate "not one spare word" because I'm aware of my tendency to overdo it sometimes. I tried to rein myself in.
Mission accomplished.
This was truly haunting, and so important.
Thank you! 😊
DAMN! You are such a captivating story teller.😭
Hi Heather! Thank you. It has taken a long time to get to the telling part, but better late than never.