Do you remember the night before the the first time that you left home for the first time? I remember mine clearly. My mother was ironing my shirts with a tear in her eye as she came to terms with her child making taking steps into the big wide world.
Well, tonight is sort of like that. Admittedly this is a child that I have been ignoring for a few weeks now (although that may not be very...
2002-08-14 00:03:00 UTC in OpenNomic
