Dangerous Compassions


Yesterday was our Thanksgiving, and we made a huge feast.  It was a lot of work.  But we didn’t bake our own pies this year, and we skipped sausage rolls. 

This morning we’re having fry ups for breakfast.  It’s good.

Today we’ll go home.  It’s hard to go home.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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