Dreaming of daisies and butterfly gardens, I find myself running thru mazes and tunnels, sure there are blue skies somewhere above ground... How do I get there -Is it safe to come out now? Deep in the cellar of abysmal memories, I remember a guy who pretended to love me. Remember the father who left …
The Kitchen Drawer, a short story
SUSAN TODD MARTIN 
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