i grieve for never having found the one, or if i did, for letting go. and yet, walking my dog in the woods, i feel this way about the forest: the forest is my beloved.
Why I am afraid of dogs
10 years ago
My life's works are not limited to my arts & crafts, my prose & poetry. . . My life is enriched by the smiles, the tears, the handshakes, the pats on my back, and all the small gestures of the persons i meet everyday. . . My life is mine to live, and am living it. . .
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