Dark Brown Pools of Despair
Yesterday I saw a pretty girl. But her face had been smashed. Dried blood caked her swollen lips and encrusted itself on her
Yesterday I saw a pretty girl. But her face had been smashed. Dried blood caked her swollen lips and encrusted itself on her
The conference was helpful. But three speakers, in particular, I felt really distinguished themselves. Thank you, Ross Laird, for teaching me that trauma is at