January 29, 2025

You were like my sweatshirt hood caught tight against my neck under my parka with hands too cold to fix it. Just left to suffer and walk bent with head down so low I hurt my eyes to see forward.

Sarah Papple
You were like my sweatshirt hood caught tight against my neck under my parka with hands too cold to fix it. Just left to suffer and walk bent with head down so low I hurt my eyes to see forward.