When? by J. Link

I’m always waiting.…

Toolbox by J. Link

This garage is my world. Even in the dark, my nine-year-old mind knows where everything lives.…

Freedom Thoughts by J. Link

Her perfumed soap. Brown bangs swing below oversized gold aviator sunglasses. / The morning breeze slips a strand of her hair / into the corner…
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