Friday, February 28, 2020
My day started at 12:45 am. A loud, ripping sound woke me. It sounded like fabric being torn apart. I wish that were the case. The sound emitted came from
My day started at 12:45 am. A loud, ripping sound woke me. It sounded like fabric being torn apart. I wish that were the case. The sound emitted came from
These are the days a creative type person hopes for. Quiet house, no impending items on my itinerary, just me, my drive, and reaching for the distant star of my