It is before first light, I make my way through the house without piercing the veil of solitude. Through the one window open somewhere, the chirping of a toad Echoes here to this spot where I sit reflecting on seasons. This week, a dear, sweet friend breathed his last hard breath on earth & […]
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Nancilynn is Writing again 