creator, editor, story tender
Sometimes there was nothing by white deep drifting for a long section, but looking ahead, I could see the old path and then I would cut a new(ish) trail to meet up with the tracings of the old one.
Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over
Stories and photos from Scotland
Poetry, essays and other musings by Cathy Standiford
The Healing Journey and Covert Abuse
Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over
Stories and photos from Scotland
Poetry, essays and other musings by Cathy Standiford
The Healing Journey and Covert Abuse
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