Mrs. Connie Kerbs
It is not that I found writing. For some-how, some-why, it fixed on me. It’s not even that I am a writer, per say. I am just a vessel in which a very small but powerful portion of an endless and vast stream, a fountain of renewable vigor - pours a bit of itself in me for a time. Indeed, until its sparkling energy flows out to its next destined purpose.
