Counting The Days
She wore a black dress. She wasn’t goth. Nor was she an artist making a fashion statement. She wore black to match her widowed soul. Yet, her husband wasn’t dead. His heart was still beating. His head was filled with thoughts. His body was fully capable of movement. read more!
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