Dangerous Compassions


Last night we went to a letter writing event put on by Sac Prisoner Support.  It was fun to extend friendship in a limited way.

This morning I’m eating my cereal with lots of almond slices in it.

I read a friend’s dream about a haunted Pepsi machine. 

We found something beside our front door, some things a friend promised.  But did she knock and we didn’t hear?   Oh, please knock louder next time.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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