


We all have loose threads from our youth. The joys and sorrows, the love and pain of every…

“From the mind of a nine-and-one-half year-old the world is infinitely large and everything is possible… She sees…
Heartbroken, I fear the worst watching silently Love, fading steadily over time wrestling down Memories, of a forgotten…
A different version of Santa Claus in a blue hat set against the traditional red stocking. I like…
she comes out of the dark on a crescent moonlit night flowing mane like the golden rays of…
I am so often so far from who I wish to be Only showing the world the facade…