Some days just have a bite to them. August 25th mauls me…every year. The heaviness of the day, the memories, the pit in my stomach, the ‘off-ness’ invading every second of every minute of every
Some days just have a bite to them. August 25th mauls me…every year. The heaviness of the day, the memories, the pit in my stomach, the ‘off-ness’ invading every second of every minute of every