Feels Like Sanctuary

Summer time. ‘This is my time of the year.’ Thought Zack. ‘I can wear what I like. cut off Shorts from old blue jeans, tank tops, and my favorite sneakers. Grungy, dirty, stinky, and nobody cares how they look. I can do what I want.’ “Ted!” Zack shouted as he saw his friend round the… Continue reading Feels Like Sanctuary