In my mind, I stand at a stony precipice looking down into inky blackness. Above me, the stars shine brightly, beautifully. All is quiet and well up there. I feel a gurgling inertia in my chest. I wish to slip into the darkness, sound into sleep, but the untamed faucet of my thoughts pounds myContinue reading “Awakening”
Fred Beckey wouldn’t post a picture of himself to the internet. But I’m not Fred Beckey. I’m just a fangirl.
“So you take people hiking?” Yeah, something like that.