Writing

On a Tuesday in January, I checked my mail and found a postcard addressed to "Miss Gemma Hart" in an ominously elaborate type. "Save ..

Unveils a man convincing a nun to abandon her habit and ally with him, perhaps, because he met her before God did.

My cats live in the moment. Whatever they are doing, they do it with complete abandon. When they sleep, they sleep. When they hunt, they do it with..

When it never comes out right...maybe I can say it better if I write.

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