Still, my friends were golden threads randomly appearing in the monotonous fabric of my days.
Elisabeth Tova Bailey – The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating
Tag: The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating
Hang Out Hangover
The visits were like dreams from which I awoke once more alone.
Elisabeth Tova Bailey – The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating
This quote reminded me of my poem Unknown. Just thought I’d share.
~hiddengirl75
Wandering with me 