C cassie58 New member Feb 1, 2011 #1 A Measure of Comfort In her grief, weary from the wash of life's waves, she struggled to stay afloat. On a hook, forlorn, his navy bathrobe hanging where he'd left it. She took it, wrapped herself inside, collar up, and inhaled his essence.
A Measure of Comfort In her grief, weary from the wash of life's waves, she struggled to stay afloat. On a hook, forlorn, his navy bathrobe hanging where he'd left it. She took it, wrapped herself inside, collar up, and inhaled his essence.
