Laura James:
Into the chaos
Laura James:
the viewing machine
Laura James:
And she sat waiting for that next passerby who would change her life forever
Laura James:
Heart at Sea
Laura James:
My favorite time of day is just at dark when all thoughts of what must be done stop & small pools of light come alive on tired faces everywhere
Laura James:
When I die, she said, I'm coming back as a tree with deep roots & I'll wave my leaves at the children every morning on their way to school & whisper tree songs at night in their dreams.