Sara Goertz

Estreya woke up. The wind from the open window was to cod for her to keep sleeping. She looked over to see if Pine was sleeping, but she wasn't there.

My grandfather died on November 3rd 2018, so this is sort of a memorial to him.

previously - someone had taken her notebook. someone had taken it and had read it.

Sometimes, you are not who you think you are.

A story of life and love, between a grandmother and a girl.

He opened his laptop and sent his wife an e-mail. However....

A sweet story about how love got off an island.