Lesvos, Refugees

The Scent of Water

(Photo Credit: Tattooed Theologian) As a child I ran to the water, joyfully immune to its frigidity and unconcerned with its depths. My Aunt Pammy, a brash, fast-talking woman with a passion for cheetah print and astrology - would say it's because I'm a Cancer - a soul ruled by the moon's energy. Of course… Continue reading The Scent of Water