T. Kelley

The yellow leaves of the aspens looked like bits of sunlight captured by the thin, pale branches.

The dim light in the tavern flickered with the glow of the candles as Michael and I entered.

We entered the warm museum and began exploring the exhibits. There were dozens of stunning paintings and sculptures to see...

In time, we had Fidela and I couldn’t imagine going back to the silence of my past. She brought warmth and excitement to our lives...