From It Was Like My Trying To Have A Tender-Hearted Nature.


She did so very slowly and needless to say she had to go get something in the dark room.  She stepped into cold liquid. There was the crap in the dark and she hadn’t reached any stream! She cried!

Like her father had an ordinary way with walking, paying no attention to daylight or to artificial light. Sometimes she would pass on her philosophies to her son. Her husband also encouraged her.  His job was mainly looking for nests and getting into mischief and he made quite a name for himself. Their house sits beside a dried-up tree. All the gaiety and the color she finds in sex.