Tell tale stories of the strong, the weak, and their misgivings
I thought of this last night while burning garbage - it was a clear winter sky on a 4 degree night, full moon shining high. Trudging in snow depths that reminded me of my youth, fresh cold air with the smoke of burning chicken bones brought back memories.
I think it would be cool if anybody and everybody would add a tale from their youth, or even present that may be considered daunting.
I thought of this last night while burning garbage - it was a clear winter sky on a 4 degree night, full moon shining high. Trudging in snow depths that reminded me of my youth, fresh cold air with the smoke of burning chicken bones brought back memories.
I think it would be cool if anybody and everybody would add a tale from their youth, or even present that may be considered daunting.