If you find it in your heart to sponsor me for a year's membership to Author's Den, I would be grateful.
The words have gotten away
from me. Have wanted to
put them down, but something
always interrupted their progress
from pen to page.
And now I see that my membership
has expired. .
A sponser would be greatly
appreciated. I've been here a
long time. I miss writing. Hate
asking for help but am left with
no choice: until we meet again.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
Kathy