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A special child who believes in angels.

The bedroom was too small Too square, with only One window. One window with a view Of the tops, Of trees, No trunks, No roots - a pa..

A sister realizes each finds their own way, and she is no expert on the right way.

The loss of childhood.

a goodbye

The rain continues on without stopping Our white plastic balcony chairs are wet. I sit on one anyways. I smoke a cigarette long and hard, as I mis..

Lies can not be hidden.

A widow regrets.

Vivaldi's Seasons plays for my two-year-old daughteras she tilts her head to see a visual interpretation on a DVD: a golden retriever playing in ..

Kate could tell the third floor had a difficult day when she got off the elevator at 7:00. To the right and the left of her were six patients, who..