As I start to write after far too long of a hiatus, I’m reminded of my closet door this morning and how it ached and complained each time I pressed open its hinges and it fought against the breeze of the ceiling fan. It begged time and time again to be left alone, closed and undisturbed. … Continue reading Rusty
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