▲ 0 ▼ May 14, 2016 at 9:40 am steph says: Food dwindling, she must carefully nibbles. (Notice folks it’s a bag not a book!!!)
But for now, it is MY time. . .
Love, is why he chose her.
Time to smoke. Time to reconnect.
I found peace in the solitide.
Finally alone, but now she’s unsure.
Cold. Alone. Battery is dying.
Reflecting in solitude, so she thought.
“Brocade repels bears,” she thought. “Right?”
Food dwindling, she must carefully nibbles. (Notice folks it’s a bag not a book!!!)
“Look up,” they whispered. “Look up.”