Writing Against the Breaking of Day
As I hammer out these words the Sun peaks in at me through the tightly drawn curtains like a nosey neighbor. It’s raining, and has been for hours, so I know that he comes just to taunt me. He doesn’t
As I hammer out these words the Sun peaks in at me through the tightly drawn curtains like a nosey neighbor. It’s raining, and has been for hours, so I know that he comes just to taunt me. He doesn’t