Migration To My Sanctuary #sol16
I could begin this as my boo-hoo tale of how my coffee spilled all over my writing desk ruining papers, a binder and several books. But, there is great light in this dark tale. The coffee stained desk was parked in my bedroom, the “winter writing space”. Today, as the temperature climbed to near 50 … Continue reading Migration To My Sanctuary #sol16
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