By E.B. Hale
April 12, 2016~ I fought that night.
The fight was in the bedroom of my childhood home, in the bed that I’ve slept in since teenhood. I laid down on that bed at 12:03 a.m., reciting Psalm 4:8, fluffing my pillows, closing my eyes.
E.B. Hale
The Emerson Girl /
By E.B. Hale
The time has come... You better not never tell nobody but God... It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... Once upon a time...
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