Black Tomatoes Purple Carrots
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About the Book
The moment I scrolled down and saw the now familiar name come up on the computer screen, the hellish storm let loose its fury, reaching through the screen, wrapping its sharp claws around my disbelieving heart, and squeezing the very life out of my soul. The seething storm had found me, enshrouding me in the thick heavy bleakness of its dark icy cloak. It was dragging me impersonally through non-existent time, spiraling me down into its lair of perfect nothingness, showing no feeling or conscience. The unholy tempest now had a name, and its name was death.
About the Author
Keli Adams lives with a small “flock” of cats somewhere between here and there. With the publication of this book, she is devoting time and energy to PTSD and TBI, especially as it concerns our military and their loved ones.