Sent some photos, just to . . . who knows. Wanted good ones–Fat no shows: But alas, it all goes south. From my hand into my mouth. Gonna work out somehow soon, Just be kind while bouncing round The living room. FX body blasters on Sweating, stumbling, panting to song. They say two weeks, IContinue reading “Snapshot“
Short stories, poetry, and excerpts of God's healing
Purple Pennies 