"I resist the muses but they sing to me in exile..." Idina Menzel
Monday, January 3, 2011
NaSmaStoMo Day 3
The wind whipped around her, hair going in every direction, and her feet made a slush-stomp-slush-stomp sound from the melted snow-turned-dirty-puddles. As the cold chilled through her coat lining, she thought about how lucky she was to have not just shelter, but a home.