I’ve been writing my memoir about Korea largely at 3-6 am, and it’s
dark dark dark.
I’ve been writing my memoir about Korea largely at 3-6 am, and it’s
dark dark dark.
I don’t believe in ghosts, but I live in a house built in 1896 next to a cemetery full of original town settlers…and it is unsettling. Heh, get it? I’m going to be murdered in my sleep.
Fall makes me wistful for something I can’t quite place.