Oct 10, 2022
*Deep sigh.* I could listen to your voice for hours, sitting near you in the darkness of a porch or by the dying embers of a campfire.
For such a crowded, ever-jostling planet, ours can sure be lonely. Glad you're here.
*Deep sigh.* I could listen to your voice for hours, sitting near you in the darkness of a porch or by the dying embers of a campfire.
For such a crowded, ever-jostling planet, ours can sure be lonely. Glad you're here.
Former psychologist, wordsmith, teacher, learner. Top writer in feminism, relationships, poetry, and other topics. ECRobson@gmail.com