A Letter from a Hurricane Survivor
It started out quaint. I had always done best alone, in my own little desert with my books and starry nights. I liked it that way, until I didn’t. I wanted to share my books and words with someone else, shine my trusty lamp light on my solo desert adventures late at night. But as I said, I liked it until I didn’t, so I went on an adventure to find a fellow desert island to share the books and stars with; and that’s exactly what I did.