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A Taste of Home

You feel like, Warm, buttery, syrup, Atop of golden pancakes fresh out the pan.

Garden (poem)

He takes comfort in my branches, From my leaves, he derives shade. My garden is his sanctuary. Photo Cred

In a Year (a journal)

I absolutely love James Taylor's version of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas". Every time I hear it, it just makes me smile. The smoothness of his voice coupled with the simplicity of the melody just carries the theme of... Continue Reading →

Caught in the Waves (A Poem)

She stood alone on the edge of the cliff. Stoic, arms wrapped around her body, Like a shield, protecting from the storms within and with out. Until that moment, He'd never believed any soul could taste grief. Looking at her,... Continue Reading →

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