Sounds of an Empty Nest | The Portrait Writer


I promised myself I wouldn’t cry. I lied. Even my husband doesn’t know . . . well, I supposed he does now. Every morning when I leave my bedroom, music greets me and pulls me down the hall and into…

Source: Sounds of an Empty Nest | The Portrait Writer

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