The Thunder of Galloping Horses. memoir by Angela Rebrec

The Thunder of Galloping Horses           Sometimes a knocking at the door is just the wind. A look through the peephole will confirm this.          They argue about the blood test, the requisition on the fridge held up for the past six and a half weeks by a magnet that boldly yells ALASKA in multi-colouredContinue reading “The Thunder of Galloping Horses. memoir by Angela Rebrec”