The warm sun shone in the sky and the cool breeze danced along my naked arms as I ravaged the sod beneath me with a rusty spade...
Tag: Dreams
The Pain of Judgement and the Joy of Constructive Criticism
Even at this hour, as I relax on my lounger below the picture window of my second story bedroom, I look out into the darkness to see the clouds part above the tree line as they reveal the shimmer of a nearly full moon...
STACY N. ELLIOTT 