In 1975 there were no cars, trucks, no buildings..lots of trees and field...alone, deserted, cold, hurt, praying
There are times when the memory is blank-too many things in the head, too many names-wanting to forget!
the whole year-every single day-can't forget-won't forget- someone knows something.
march-is supposed to be a wonderful month-Ha! just not so. I hate march, I hate spring,I hate Easter. It's a lonely month.