In drafting the first section of what’s now Nearly Canaan, I remembered:
Divorce is a kind of death.
Maybe worse.
Well, Cassia sees something similar in What’s Left.
~*~
How do you feel?
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
In drafting the first section of what’s now Nearly Canaan, I remembered:
Well, Cassia sees something similar in What’s Left.
~*~
How do you feel?