Sign up
Sign in
… the same room she’d stayed in for those few days she was safe. She’d wanted yellow, but in the end I settled for a color called Rose Mist. And she will be.
Marsha Adams
🦋 Marie A. Rebelle
Follow
--
Share
What a play with words!
🦋 Writer of raw, open, honest fact & fiction - always about life. | Owner: Serial Stories & The Patient's Voice | Editor: Tantalizing Tales 🦋
Help
Status
About
Careers
Press
Blog
Privacy
Terms
Text to speech
Teams