Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.
— Mary Karr
Lit
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.
— Mary Karr
Lit
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved