He used to move through me like water rushes through a small canal.
Now I pad through the cracked mud and hold my y-shaped stick in front of me.
About the author
HelenAngel
FLL
Happily married mother of one.
I get around the internet, or I try to anyway. See my stuff on HelenAngel.com =)
Published on March 23, 2007.
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