#privatejournal I always walked from the class alone, in a state of pain and confusion. My thoughts were so distracting that I could no longer bear the idea of going back to school. Each time I promised myself that this was the last time. Thirty-two, thirty-three… thirty-eight, forty steps. Windy, autumn days, dusty rags of clouds, wet leaves are dancing on the path before me. Do you see her –...
Published on October 25, 2019 04:35