FOR C C T AT LAST...THE HORSES RETURN
ANGELS OF ANOTHER KIND It’s a dark, frigid night in January. Normally, I don’t go walking late at night. And in the middle of a snow fest, no less! But tonight, I need to be outdoors. Staying in only makes me think of him. It’s dark, but still clear. There is no howling wind. And, there are stars in... Sign in to see full entry.