Sometimes
Sometime riches we have are but memories of time since past. Sometimes memories of times since past are like gold dust blown in the wind....
Sometime riches we have are but memories of time since past. Sometimes memories of times since past are like gold dust blown in the wind....
The Boat House Time slow and foreboding, time turning and churning. A sour pill to swallow whole, so it is meted out in increments; and...
Mangrove Grove Passion found me. It took hold of me. When I least expected. During a quiet moment, in between lighthearted banter, and earnest perseverance....
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