or past customs or until the gravel grinds my legs to dusty stumps
i'm writing a lot lately, which is good, but i feel like it's all a bunch of crap. but i will say that i feel really good about "on the church steps." i don't know if it's any good, but i like it and it felt good to write. i want to give it to my sister, but the thought makes me sick.
deleted a bunch of older deviations. i just felt it was time for a bit of a clean-up.
(i kept most of the pictures from my trip to europe, though. i honestly do love those.)
my great grandmother passed away yesterday.
i was asked to do both readings at her funeral, and i'm not sure how i feel about that yet.