She would follow me if I let her. Would amble, shifting her bulk, hooves tapping out the Hymn of the Shepherd on the iron cold earth. This bleak midwinter. Poor as I am. www.erickawaller.com/single-post/...
Ericka Waller
@erickawaller1.bsky.social
Mother. Writer. Reader. Dogs. Cat. Brighton. Autoimmune.
Mince pie sky. This is a Waitrose special edition with orange and cranberry and a crumble topping. A very high contender. This is cold with cold cream. I like it this way.
Infusion day again. Starting THE COAST ROAD and drinking a cup of tea made by a volunteer who told me to be careful because it will be hot. He says this over and over and yet he still means it.
