Friday, April 28, 2006

 

102/365 Ruth

Think of her as young, so young, like sixteen, though she’s what? Twenty-five? Just that time has stood still in ways, since she got sucked into addiction. Normal life not yet resumed. Almost. And then, one little slip, and hope slips away again. Again... Hope and more prayer.

Comments:
Oh what a post!
So sadly poetic, tracing around the sketch of addiction so brilliantly written.
 
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