Mortality Posted on January 7, 2013 by gimble 1 That first brush with death shook loose her confident grasp of all she held dear. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print More Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading...
Respects Posted on January 7, 2013 by gimble Reply They hadn’t spoken in a year, but she came home to wish him goodbye. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print More Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading...
At 22 Posted on January 7, 2013 by gimble Reply You’re gone, leaving class mates to learn that last lesson: life can be too short. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print More Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading...
a haiku a day 