The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

called Phoenix. Notes of smoke and ash and resurrection. It’s the smell of surviving something that should have destroyed you.

It’s the smell of understanding that the people closest to you can be the most dangerous.

It’s the smell of rebuilding from nothing with hands that still shake but refuse to quit.

Sterling Fragrances is still mine. Fully, completely continue reading …