My heart, soft and still like spring rain in Seattle, tastes of saltless tears.
Well, it's been a minute since I've written anything here... or rather, almost four million minutes. Ooof. Okay, yeah, I think that's quite long enough. Let the wild rumpus commence. And by "wild rumpus," I mean something more like "intermittent thought-jotting, occasional rumination, and periodic silliness, when I remember to do anything at all. This … Continue reading Dusting off the blog.