As I started walking I looked down at my feet. They didn't look like mine. So much unfamiliar lately. The feet I saw were smaller. A little girl. Cute little ribbons on pink Mary Janes. The steps were smaller. The... Continue Reading →
There’s a small window in this room of oddities. It’s so dusty and dirty you can’t see to the outside. It doesn’t look like it’s been cleaned in months – or ever. I’m not sure where it would look out... Continue Reading →
There’s a small window in this room of oddities. It’s so dusty and dirty you can’t see to the outside. It doesn’t look like it’s been cleaned in months – or ever. I’m not sure where it would look out... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 