Report, if you have a problem with this page“ But my brain winds and wends. Back and forth. Up and down. It feels like the county fair has inhabited my mind-- complete with sketchy rides, carnies, and sugar-amped kids crying over lost balloons. So loud and disorienting. I want it to pack up and move on to the next town. I want my mind to be an open grassy field again with crickets and dandelions. ”
Laura Munson
From : This Is Not The Story You Think It Is: A Season of Unlikely Happiness
