‘The skin I wear’ by Wendy Jones
The skin I wear The skin I wear is a covering for my bones and flesh and I’m glad it holds it in but wonder sometimes why and sigh about the pain I’m in. It’s not as if I’ve fallen or didn’t watch where I was going, I was plodding on quite well I thought… Continue Reading ‘The skin I wear’ by Wendy Jones
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