A love from the past and a place visited where the love took place. Memories are there, not forgotten. Wrestling with the idea of letting go, back to the past where it belongs.
Continue ReadingWhen I look in the mirror I see my life behind me and all the happiness and sorrow I have lived through. All the trails I have walked and crawled are printed on my face: A map for anyone to see.
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