A patchwork quilt of sunlight, blotches of shades of light, patterned across the property, warm where light is, winter South Carolina cold where shade and shadows hover, works its way throughout afternoon across land as the pack of mostly special needs and senior rescued dogs find their warm light. Why, when light breaks forth, do we humans clutch our hands around our hearts in darkness, fooling ourselves into believing that sins in the darkness will not come one day into light? Why do we not...
Published on January 16, 2014 16:21