“Watching the older gentleman backing up and going forward in his hot rot medical chair while letting his little dog sniff bushes outside on the street, I recognized him from when we were living out of the hotel before the car accident.
Too close to similar scenario – but this time with no ability to work hard to pay those daily high rates – has me not wanting to talk too much about the hysteria clamoring inside of me.
I would much rather be conversing with my love about passion and its charms.”
Candid Corvid Productions 