Nicole Jean Turner | Worcester, MA
A passing moment of peace, a second of serendipity. No noises, only the peepers and a gentle pressure from the waves… Read more
The stench of cigarettes is entwined in the fibers of my being, you left it there among other things. Woven… Read more
The sadness always hits mid day mid stride a sucker punch of ice wind barreling down a hillside. Hikers call… Read more