Ed, Edd, n Eddy was one of my favorite shows as a young man/teenager.
This month was about survival, making it to sunset, passing out in bed next to your sick child, and praying the next day will be better.
"As the monarchs descended, the flutter of thousands of wings pitter-pattered like gentle rain. They landed on branches, swarmed around the oyamel firs, or drifted to the creek to drink, the water trembling from the beating of wings. She sat... Continue Reading →
Fifth Draft 