deraawrites

Maybe it was the chill of the breeze or the emptiness of the road, either way, I had an inkling that I may never come down this path again. As I trekked the distance from my church at Kings street, back

“Aha!” Came the excited voice of Bryan amidst the pandemonium in the room. A room filled with people clad in white, bustling up and down, what looked like a globe hung from the ceiling, Saturn rings in