After a year of dreams turns into a year of action.
The morning sunlight crept through the window. After another restless night, I was grateful for the dawn. Careful not to make noise, I tiptoed into the kitchen. Broken glass littered the floor. Every cabinet and drawer stood open. Broken cups and ceramic plates covered the countertops. Careful not to step on the fragments, I openedContinue reading “Hello, Goodbye.”
The Round Up had captured another loyal victim.