“As I gazed upon the window, bead of rain began to look like streams of tears.” — Ronda L. Caudill Copy Share Image
“Nila lay there with the moonlight cascading through her open window casting ominous shadows about the room. The tendrils of those shadows reached out… — Ronda L. Caudill Copy Share Image
“A morbid sense of curiosity can lead to remarkable discoveries in the wee hours of still dark nights.” — Ronda L. Caudill Copy Share Image
“The teardrops caught the reflection of of my oil lamp and showed every color in the spectrum.” — Ronda L. Caudill Copy Share Image
“As I gazed upon the window, bead of rain began to look like streams of tears.” — Ronda L. Caudill Copy Share Image
