Tuesday, February 19, 2019

At dawn I turn on the heater and then climb back into my warm bed.  I wait to hear the soft roar of the heater, a sound I used to hate. Outside the roofs are white with frost.  My room warms up. It is magic to have a heater that heats my room.

I finish reading LOST CHILDREN ARCHIVE, my heart is broken.  I want to buy more copies of this book to give to my friends.  Read this I will say, read this and see the world a little differently.