Paul Garvey

The wind was howling overhead, but through the whistling gusts I could hear sheep noises and I swear I heard a rooster crowing in the distance. I was soaked to the skin and shivering. My hands were so cold I felt pins and needles in my finger tips. All I could taste was salt from the galllon of ocean water I took in since the wreck, but I could smell peat burning and lavender, which was nice. I pu Read more of this blog post »