this morning …

…I was walking back up the hill from the clubhouse after my walk/bike ride and thought to myself that Thomas better love me half as much as I love him, for all the hell I’m putting my body through.

Oh, my aching hip sockets! I don’t know if I’m going to be able to do this walking thing much. 😦

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Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.