Sometimes you read something, and it’s just perfect
Tonight, this is it. The trouble with a long life is memory. Not necessarily of past loves, although they ache at times, but of places…
Tonight, this is it. The trouble with a long life is memory. Not necessarily of past loves, although they ache at times, but of places…
If you’ve tried to visit since, maybe yesterday sometime, and the blog hasn’t loaded, my hosting service had some capacity issues on the server this…