As I sit this evening on my desk in my small apartment in London, I am thinking, how so many things about today makes it different from the other days I have experienced throughout this dreadful year. Today everything seems to be hanging by a thread. Will we move on for the better or for…
Category: People and Places
just a little bit
tick tock tick tock.
Shadowfeet
for us
When I Can’t Speak
my tongue is tied but my hands are free