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The stubborn breeze that travels throughout time. The snow of the divine white flakes that fall to the ground. The..

When my twin sons, Shepherd and Beau, took soccer lessons for the first time. They were so excited They..

He didn't know which door or opening in the house to jump at, to get through, one was an opening that wasn't..

Roses are red. Violets are blue. I hate you. So go somewhere else. This day sucks to the moon and back. ..

The night was icy but I didn’t mind. We felt dreary and dismal in The darkness of the night. To hea..

A swing moves slowly, Back and forth in the wind. No one was sitting there. The playground was empty. T..

Dream, a Dream Dreams to last Becomes over cast Voices Cry Dreams are lost Thoughts to be dreamed To..

The silver Frame that holds the Tower. Memory of the greatest time, as I looked inside. The only place to see this..