If you’re not the One
… then why does my hand fit yours this way? A surreal image, as I walked the coastal path from
Any time, Any place
… then why does my hand fit yours this way? A surreal image, as I walked the coastal path from
Lingering stress, and regret, drove me to the shore last Thursday. As I sat at a small round plastic table,
It’s not quite full yet. I shot this tonight as the moon hung like a crystal decoration in the sky,