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:FacebookTwitterTumblrEmailPrintMorePinterestRedditPocketLike this: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:FacebookTwitterTumblrEmailPrintMorePinterestRedditPocketLike this: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:FacebookTwitterTumblrEmailPrintMorePinterestRedditPocketLike this:Like Loading...
a haiku a day 