And the moon died

The trees all cowered and were consumed by its fire. A cry washed over the voiceless land. Misery in vain.

OUCH. :-\ :’( I feel for that.

If we fall emotionally short of our own upkeep, by golly, let’s give more than we thought was possible.

Who do you care about?

I care about my sister and my brother.

I am going to send each of them a long over due hello straight away.

Mostly because you inspired it. So there, you might write about demise, but you inspire otherwise. Sorry not to know you.

Jay