Scars left from inner battles.
Steel infusing my spine.
Naked and vulnerable for all to see.
Then hope came to me.
The Happiest of St. Patrick's Days to you Linda! I'm jealous you're Irish. I think I should've been born in Ireland. Ah well. Thank you muchly for all your comments today. Yours are my favorite to read. You have excellent taste and are straightforward. I like that.
I'll be glad to adopt you into the family! As for my comments, I didn't mean to let so many pile up. My eyes see the blog everyday, but my brain takes a few days to catch up!!