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