Whose Fault is this?
Yours? Mine? His?
By Tammy CastlemanPublished a day ago • Updated a day ago • 1 min read
The streets are not warm.
There is no love in that cold.
Far from his first hug.
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Tammy Castleman
I have been an avid writer and photographer for most of my life. In terms of true passions, those are mine. What I lack for in memory, I make up for in recorded detail. We are what we leave behind.
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Comments (2)
This feels so lonely.
:(