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
writer, traveler, observer
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.
