Beats reverberate from different drums from all over the room. There’s chatter to accompany it, people yapping in twos or threes. Then laughter. And the drums begin again. The beat is a faithful companion. The words are like fleeting lovers, a hint of a touch and off they go. They are hardly audible above theContinue reading “This is home too”
Writing stories about life and people we encounter
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