And then on the other side is Greg, who pinches and kisses my cheeks and calls me his angel. Every morning he walks with his little, white dog past my window. He looks in until he sees me then quickly looks away again.
Vignettes like these could make a novel. You could knit some sketches into a impressive scrapbook filled with prose. Kudos for the beautiful simplicity.
Vignettes like these could make a novel. You could knit some sketches into a impressive scrapbook filled with prose. Kudos for the beautiful simplicity.
This hit WAY too close to home. Thanks for sharing Emily :)