“ I stop to brace myself against the walls, which are painted with the fingerprints of family. ”
Humans will never be in charge of this world, as long as dust and weeds do as they please.
~ Nancy B. Brewer
{Summertime she speaks of winter, she eats ham, but speaks of beef, got a good man but, flirts with another. She might as well go to hell, cause she ain't gonna be happy in heaven either!}
She turned her painted blue eyes toward the assistant and said something in French before she left.
He was wearing a little bag of “Mojo” around his neck.
