I longed for the authentic sights, sounds, smells and tastes of the world of my dreams. I'd close my eyes and breathe deeply, wondering what was wrong with me.
I longed for the authentic sights, sounds, smells and tastes of the world of my dreams. I'd close my eyes and breathe deeply, wondering what was wrong with me.
Writing, Poetry & Creativity | Angela T Carr, Dublin, Ireland
Musings about books and a blog journal
A word after a word after a word is power. --Margaret Atwood
analyses & non-fiction topics by HPM
Showing the beauty of this world through the people, places and culture
audacious living for the faint of heart
discernment and delight
Alaskan Engineer with a crippling addiction to office supplies
Any old pencil won't do
Who am I kidding...pen cups. As in plural.
