Thinking of home, loneliness spread through him, and he longed for his family. Time away from those he loved caused him to regret his decision. More than once, the wood runner wanted to be under his own roof, with his wife and children.
Thinking of home, loneliness spread through him, and he longed for his family. Time away from those he loved caused him to regret his decision. More than once, the wood runner wanted to be under his own roof, with his wife and children.
Lorsqu’une étoile tombe, d’autres continuent d’éclairer le ciel en mémoire.
Les bons amis sont comme des étoiles. Vous ne les voyez pas toujours, mais vous savez qu’ils sont là.
Also, You may recall that I’m starting an effort to pull more readers from the non-blogging world. Your full story was just in time to be my next recommendation. You’ve been so kind about sharing my work, that I am extra pleased to share your work out. It is a wonderfully well-told piece of historical fiction. I can just see how you must have been smiling as your words came together to become … Stars Beginning to Fall…
You’ll see that I was trying to drive a larger point, but when I wanted a great sample for the arrival of new blog readers, Stars… really fit the need. I hope this sharing of your work delivers the honor I think it’s due.
Here’s the link if you’d like to review it.
https://garyawilsonstories.wordpress.com/coffee-share-200321-must-share-this-story/
Blessings
Aww, Thanks Gary!