Here I go…(you can count my words if you like—title not included)
A Note For the Well-Intentioned
Please don’t say it. She cannot bear it. Not one more, everything happens for a reason, or, he’s in a better place now. This is my place, here on Waterloo Road. This is my bedroom, and my bed where Father slept last night. My childish pillow drowned in his tears. Mother shouldn’t have that line on her face where her smile used to be. Big Brother shouldn’t be weeping right now. I can hear it through any wall.
I was here.
Day 54 #100happydays: AGO
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Day 51 #100happydays: Hello Canada!
Rainy Winter City
The random cards have upped the ante... Or changed the game.
Patient pup guards the parish