Author: kronski

Sitting on the cold hard benches of the sanctuary with snot and hot tears running down your face is not a fun experience especially after a beautiful but very sad funeral service. Read more →

The vice that had been crushing my chest and twisting my stomach in knots seemed to loosen to a gentle caress. I could breathe again. My concerns settled back to how well I did on this test, if that boy liked me, and what I was doing next weekend. Life felt simple and light, the way it should be for a kid.

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