Leaves covered pavement like soggy cereal.
You can't cure a chipped plate. All you can do is live with it or throw it out.
Survival my only hope. Success my only revenge
rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.
On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.
My friends call me Miss Worst Case Scenario.