I have sifted through the greys and dark shades of winters whites and somehow have come out the other side…
“Will this winter ever end?”
Certain things have not made it through. They are with those people left behind… Somewhere sifting…

I have sifted through the greys and dark shades of winters whites and somehow have come out the other side…
“Will this winter ever end?”
Certain things have not made it through. They are with those people left behind… Somewhere sifting…