So sometimes I feel sorta like this car. My insides exposed-rusting and rusting. The engine doesn't work. Been stripped away by random visitors ever since I was abandoned here. But unlike this car I seem to continue operating, even without fuel. The more I feel like I won't go on the faster I seem to go. go. go.
Hello,
ReplyDeleteI'm one of your "followers" and I really enjoy the thoughtfulness and depth of your writing. I'm doing a giveaway on my page and thought you may be interested. It's a book about activist women.
Thank you for sharing,
Blessings,
Crystal