What would it paint today if my mind had a brush? It would paint a woman. A woman with a smile. Tired but happy. She ….
What was the name of that silly girl? It was a thought that always stuck to her, ever since she was five. “You hear you ….
I’m on the plane, about to take off to London, and as I do so, I’m writing the last entry of my SeaSalt Chronicles. I ….