Home?
Home is something no one here has ever known. We all pretend. Paint on a smile hide our longing for a place to belong. Occasionally, we will create figments of our imagination. Creating a home in our mind. I guess that's what I've done. I dream about it, it's a beautiful a cottage not very big, just right, just perfect. It's got a stone fire place, and lots of warm, squishy chairs. The walls are a golden hue covered with photos of our adventures. My family's adventures. Then I wake up.
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Salt is in Tears
General FictionOk. If you really want to read this book let me warn you. It is not happy. It's sad. Terribly, dreadfully sad. You've probably read books that said they were sad at first and their was a rough spot for the characters. No this book is actually sad. N...
