i'm just an educator stumbling upon new ways to do my job better (i hope)

Years from Now

He gazed into her eyes. Everything had changed. Hair had grayed; skin sunk and folded over itself. But the eyes—the eyes were the same, after so many years. Chestnut brown, flecked with gold. He gazed into her eyes, let their years together wash over him, then closed his.

May 2010 Books

Back on the Horse

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