I haven’t hung any pictures of Ellen in my camper yet. I have my favorites with me in a box.
The pictures I have of her remind me of better days.
I won’t hang any until I can look at one and not start crying.
That may never happen.
a small, quiet life
I haven’t hung any pictures of Ellen in my camper yet. I have my favorites with me in a box.
The pictures I have of her remind me of better days.
I won’t hang any until I can look at one and not start crying.
That may never happen.