There will be no beauty of prose or long drawn out story tonight.I faw down and go boom this morning, and was rushed to the shop of bandaids.I will tell you all, all, when my left eye re-opens.Yon son will be checking emails until I am better.Please pray for me, and I will for you, too.Love and Hugs,
FEATHERHEAD
Posted by: Steel Turman | September 17, 2005 at 04:53 PM