A picking up of the pen by some gal named Jenny. These words are mine, a record of belonging fully to my own life. Not an offering, invitation, bridge, message or mirror; they are my new ground. If you read this, let it be with quiet.
A picking up of the pen by some gal named Jenny. These words are mine, a record of belonging fully to my own life. Not an offering, invitation, bridge, message or mirror; they are my new ground. If you read this, let it be with quiet.