when I was young I held my father’s hand…and walked the land he’d walked when he was a young man. Now he is gone and I walk the land holding my son’s hand. Someday maybe he….
more normal than not
another bobbing message in a bottle
when I was young I held my father’s hand…and walked the land he’d walked when he was a young man. Now he is gone and I walk the land holding my son’s hand. Someday maybe he….