Four walls with shaky foundations

I won’t give up on the dream. I can’t. To do that would be the most devastating capitulation of all. Self inflicted too. They, whoever they may be, say that far away hills aren’t always greener. Mind you, right now, this corner would give anything to be anywhere away from base camp. A sort of ‘What I can’t see won’t hurt me’ smokescreen. Continue reading Four walls with shaky foundations