“Memories were such fleeting things, yet the human brain stored them like food for the winter of old age.” — Victoria Bylin Copy Share Image
“ Excerpt from "The Trees in Winter" I’m old now and tired. Dried up and brittle. My hands are like clumsy crooked twigs hanging from my stick figure wrists. My body doesn’t work like it used to, and what goes… — D.E. Sievers Copy Share Image
