

We paint our futures With muted memories And dried out colors ~Mark Schutter ©2015 #JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives Are…
I am the moon; so distant and cold, wise and silent. Hung in the void of eternity I…
Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in…
Pictures of the wall in my office (aka The Box) at my day job (the one that pays…
I hold a vision from here to there Where I can see things of memory The path lays…