I still don’t know why I reached
for that postcard. I normally don’t find myself looking through cardboard
pictures of places I know so well. Out of a seemingly similar sea of mountain
scenes, this particular one caught my full attention. As if I’ve seen it
before. I looked at it in an almost fixated stare. The bluish wide-open sky
atop nearly imposing ( Read more... )

I'm searching for my Brokie friends on this site. I have a story in my heart that is ripping it's way out.

I'm looking for my Brokie friends on here. With a little hope and a lot of luck, they will find me and teach me what to do next. I have a story in my heart ripping it's way out.