Keeping A Thistle By My Bedside, as a Remembrance of Who I Am

Jenna sat by her window, listening to the chirping of the wee birds, savoring a moment of peace. She was not yet fit to walk down the stairs, even with her walking stick, still too stiff from the constant aching of her back. Suddenly, she noticed the thistles in her neighbor’s yard and wanted to... Continue Reading →

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