Random ideas bob into my head with tidal regularity. Most of them are usually washed away with the next wave of craziness. Except during 2017 one thought arrived like flotsam, and much as I tried to jettison it back, it kept returning. Continue reading “Living between two Shores”
She had an open plan living area that welcomed you into her bosom; wrapped arms around you and smelled of the soft scent of acceptance.