Will they grow out of it? Maybe.
Aaron Draplin does these small posts on his Twitter, labeled with an identifying number (like all his Tweets), and typically when someone of note passes away, he'll mark who it's for. It's as if he's dedicating a small space of... Continue Reading →
I've been trying to write this for a week to say that I won't be able to write for longer than a week.
This, however, has not stopped the runny noses mixed with the bleeding noses.
And, for just that moment, it seemed to be wholly unimportant whether Anne and Alice were real or not.
Fifth Draft 