I write because I'm afraid to say some things out loud. - Unknown (so true...)
Writing Prompt: Six Degrees
Edinburgh is a village. No matter where I go, I run into either someone I know, or someone who knows someone I know. Although I sometimes like the familiarity of it all, sometime I miss the anonymity of a larger city, like London. When I lived there, I could go months or even years without seeing... Continue Reading →