My Glass house

Penny Wilson Writes

Looking out through the glass walls.  I keep my distance.  You see, the glass lets me observe life without getting my hands dirty.

Become a participant?  Oh, no.  Risk the safety of my glass sanctuary?  I couldn’t possibly!

I’ve built perfection here.  Everything in its place.  Everything as it should be.

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