She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.
Anna GodbersenShe was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.
Anna GodbersenThe living are made of nothing but flaws. The dead, with each passing day in the afterlife, become more and more impeccable to those who remain earthbound.
Anna Godbersen