She looked over her list, crossing off another address before moving on. Folding up the yellow, legal pad page, she
She lived inside her head, A snug space, comfortable but lonely. In time her solitude took up too much room.
Goodwood Duxford tales… A motley crew of the living and dead milled around a stone bench at the center of
Goodwood Duxford tales… Papers and open books were scattered across the oak library table. Battered from years of lovers carving
Standing in the ankle-deep weeds and brambles, Haley stared at the old store front watching the reflections of passing cars