Cultivating communication
The sun was hot on my neck, the trim of my t-shirt was wet with a mixture of sweat and dust. My wrists and forearms were beginning to fatigue and yet, my husband and I had only made it half-way … Continued
The sun was hot on my neck, the trim of my t-shirt was wet with a mixture of sweat and dust. My wrists and forearms were beginning to fatigue and yet, my husband and I had only made it half-way … Continued