Your Life Like Unspun Wool

# HOME LOSS CHANGE You might say that your life feelslike unspun woolright now. Matted and coarseon the surfacefrom where the creature that gave it formsweated and laboredand rolled in the dirtand got caughton brambles and thorns.It smells alive, your life, of bloodsweat tearsmilkshit.Each smell itself rugged,not pleasing.But all swirled together,one sweeter, earthy scent is … Continue reading Your Life Like Unspun Wool