On grieving the death of a spiritual giant—St. Freddy of Rupert—and the solace of a magical Redwood forest of someday-giants that shouldn't be but is.
Thank you, dear Godgrrl. If I read it correctly, you were born in the year I graduated from high school...
Thank you for caring, and thank you for finding Brea.
Thank you, dear Godgrrl. If I read it correctly, you were born in the year I graduated from high school...
Thank you for caring, and thank you for finding Brea.