Right now, your heart is heavy with the weight of the reality currently cloaking your country. Right now, tears creep their way between your eyelids. I hope they fall.
A Letter to my Current Self
Tag: letter to self
and her place-based ponderings
Right now, your heart is heavy with the weight of the reality currently cloaking your country. Right now, tears creep their way between your eyelids. I hope they fall.
