2 Christmas Coal • shame
I stood in the center of those laughing men, a child of nine years old, and my heart turned to wax. I would have given anything to be a moth and flutter into darkness. There was nowhere to hide.
Backstory Extra: Christmas: Choosing My Scars
Backstory Extra: Christmas: Choosing My Scars
Labels: Psalm 22, Stone Crossings chapter 2
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