>>22 I don't come often, just enough to satisfy the part of me that used to identify with the the label that has yet to die. That aspect of myself fades more and more every year as the world pulls me away. What used to be sanctuary looks uncomfortable now.
I don't come often, just enough to satisfy the part of me that used to identify with the the label that has yet to die. That aspect of myself fades more and more every year as the world pulls me away. What used to be sanctuary looks uncomfortable now.