Lost Things and My Recent Literary Meltdown
This morning I had a literary meltdown. A small one, so don’t call the cops or anything.
It all began as I was backing up my phone and accidentally deleted All. My. Notes.
...that some absence makes the heart grow fonder; too much absence makes the heart forget.
This morning I had a literary meltdown. A small one, so don’t call the cops or anything.
It all began as I was backing up my phone and accidentally deleted All. My. Notes.