She stared at the blank walls the one above the couch there was a faint large rectangle that looked like a spot of sun lighter than the rest of the wall other walls looked empty I look down at her small questioning face where did the dolphins go? where are their...
Sometimes I think we are all naked and healing embrace the naked and move on
How do you learn to trust after you have been taught not to that question touches everything if you let it
I live my life like I write til I am done ~ Amba Elieff
I write plain words that before your eyes create pictures you can see feel taste touch and understand without dissection or dictionaries ~ Amba Elieff
She still loved books that she could pick up hold in her hand and read the magic inside ~ Amba Elieff