My pastel pink nails clink against my coffee mug as I tap out the melody coming over the radio. I boldly face all the controversy and problems that lay ahead one word at a time. The letters fall across my keyboard like a scrabble board game. I look down at my notebook that has aContinue reading “Bubbles on my Latte and Pink Polish”
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Memories and Moonlight
Tremors of what cannot be found.