Until You Return To Me
I’d been sitting here, rubbing my eyes with the pads of my fingers, tired from staring at the computer all evening. I had tried so hard to catch up on some of the backlogged email that I owed to friends. I really needed to get down to business and let my pen pals know I was still alive. Pen paling had been my major hobby for many years now, writing people from around the world. History and cultures had always intrigued me, and this was a great way to learn about others without the heavy cost of...