~Ꮇƴ σʈɦҽɽ ℓᎥʄҽ~and the kind of typewriter I learned to key on.and write with for years until techie hubby love convinced me computers would make my writing streamlined and efficient.oh yeah.so glad he did.
The air was still and the world was crashing down. The sky was shattered like an old pane of glass. The cracks were depicted by the lifeless trees. Their graven limbs appeared as the winding breaks in the steadily solid white sky.
Light is dream We can see and catch, Bend it to our will. Impossible to hold Between our hands It is a prayer That lifts us out of night. By example, As if to say we too Can be a light, Help someone step up Out of darkness Into day.