sorrow has no name


Winter was never the problem. Ice was a savior on days when wind whipped through the crevices, her force unable to shut out the world. She did not mean to be a burden. She walked with no name. 

8 thoughts on “sorrow has no name

    1. Hi…Ive never been called eclectic but I like that. I will answer those questions. Thank you 😊 BTW, my mother’s family is from the UP and I love Lake Superior, the North’s ocean. πŸ˜„πŸ‘πŸ»

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