A HAUNTING Question from the past.
“Tonight is my daughter’s first high school band concert. I’m not even sure why I am writing about this.” That’s the sentence. That’s all there was. One line, sitting there like a front door that was never opened. I found it today. In a sea of unfinished blog drafts. Waiting. Patient. Quiet. Haunting. Now – […]
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