Letting Life Lead
Dust assaulted. Two horses in braided, bit-less bridles hung head to hoof. Riders pulled brims low, bandanas high, and duster collars straight.
“You’re barkin’ at knots.”
The other dug, found the panel, placed her hand upon the biolock and said, “Balls out.”
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
Leave your fear of the dark at the door, suspend your disbelief and come on in...
Writer and procrastinator
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
Pen to paper