Every night I strolled the same path, looking for him. The nights were getting colder. Even in the short time I was out, my fingers were aching from it, and I worried that he was frozen somewhere. I didn’t know where to begin to look…
**** Written by Anne Stringer Narrated by Heidi Jones Music performed by Neil Stringer Music composed by Greg Seamanhttp://www.variantfrequencies.com
Copyright 2006 Rick Stringer and Anne Stringer May 2006