Young is a relative term, the older you get the more you realize that. I am no longer young by any measure— unless you’re nearing […]
Thinking With The Trees
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I sat on the swing in the yard and watched new green leaves sway in a sensual dance as a spring breeze kissed the trees […]
Remembering The Girl I Used To Be
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I look at the girl in the photograph, see the happiness and surprise on her face, yet all I can do is marvel at how […]