Wash me, I cry, as the washcloth glides over my limbs, sore from the day and achy from unspent emotion. I long to be clean, the dark tears peeled away, making what is underneath luminescent. I want to be scrubbed young, innocent and protected.
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Writing; wondering; creating
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Hi Elizabeth, you having a break from blogging or are you having problems with your wordpress? Mine is making it difficult to link up to people’s blogs from their gravatars don’t know what’s wrong with it.
Anyway I hope you’re well and having a nice weekend.
Charlotte 🙂
Hi Charlotte! I’ve not been on much because I’m taking a bit of a break. The last month has been very hard on me as my father died one month ago today, I was unaware that the site was having issues. I hope they’re resolved soon!
So sorry to hear your news Elizabeth 😦 that must be so difficult my condolences to you and your family. My thoughts are with you. Charlotte x
Thank you very much, Charlotte. Your kind words mean so much. x