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When Letting Go Is Not Losing In getting old.. great expectations soften, allowing for gentle desires where exuberance for upcoming...

A Summer Memory He escorted her down the brief incline of small rocks The sun shone upon her now weathered arms, And though her footing...

The Return Her soft sepia carpet, with sundrenched pine needles received my foot steps into the bosom of her soul. many years have passed...