THEY CAN'T FIND MY BABY AND I CAN'T FIND HER PHOTOGRAPH
We are so blessed, I am almost guilt ridden. The barren cluttered areas have owners who once lived in houses and had closets where clothes hung and cupboards where dishes waited for their food and lovely scrapbooks of photos of the children and/or grandchildren. Those serene scenes are littered now with broken boxes, walls, roofs and broken pottery covered here and there with a curtain or bed sheet. This is somewhat like emotional carnage. It is so like a war zone. You can look in some, far too... Sign in to see full entry.