Annual holiday market and tree sale Fundraiser
Be a blessing…
I’m no stranger here.
A wish come true…
46 days. And counting…
A necessary lie… and an answer
The relentless raining down of our current condition…
On the nights you cannot breathe
“…fragile like a flower; fragile like a bomb.”
When Poppy says she’s leaving…
Surgery, sanity, and 8 little fingers.
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