Erasing the Destruction
Were these tears of joy for life spared or sorrow for life lost? The emotional reality was that her house was still standing — that my dear friend and oth...
Were these tears of joy for life spared or sorrow for life lost? The emotional reality was that her house was still standing — that my dear friend and oth...
To the careless owner who let his or her blue barrel wash down the creek I say, “Too bad; it’s mine now.”