winter_morning fyn gula no one can be expected to endure thoughtless words that chill the soul when it is warmth that usually comes out like steam. 000127 ... amybeary blankets make a caccoon for me. my beautiful butterfly self would rather wait for spring 000409 ... lost my brick wall that i have built only holds out the love, and lets in the cold bitter reality. 010815 what's it to you? who go blather from