January 26, 2011 by Terri Napping in the Sun the warm sun seeps the angst out of my bones as I melt into the patch of carpet she has prepared just for me. Another Small Stone Share this:ShareEmail
Sometimes the sun’s warmth spreads through me and I let go of all my worries. Funny how its regenerative power works. January 26, 2011 at 10:01 am Log in to Reply
Sometimes the sun’s warmth spreads through me and I let go of all my worries. Funny how its regenerative power works.