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

Time is running out, so I’ll get right to the point. But after that, I cannot guarantee a direct course through my story. I always...

She lived in the woods, and still does for that matter, thankfully, some things don’t change. The following is just one of the many...

notes from a journal almost completed You were birthed from Light and Love, yet your physical beginnings may not reflect this. So when...

the years have passed, memories of my mother are spread across the floor like colorful pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. i have put them...

Resting in the moment is easy on a sun drenched day with marshmallow clouds dancing playfully. I witnessed two such clouds pausing...