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Little Talks – a musical cover
Here’s another one of the songs I often sing: “Little Talks” by Of Monsters and Men. I don’t like walking around this old and empty
Thoughts of Tea
Reminders of mom Childhood and winter days A warm morning hug
Sharing the Love of Books (my recent reads)
I love to read. Plain and simple. I love the smell and the weight of the book in my hands. I love opening to the
210 days – An Update from England
To celebrate 210 days in England, I thought I might try something different. I’ve decided to share some of the pictures I’ve taken while I’ve
Time with Family
Food with family It is a time to show love Before time is lost
drifting
drifting spinning waiting for the chance to grab onto something to gain a direction and move forward _____ an opportunity comes by try to grab
Calming Nature
Squishing the sand between my toes, I smile. Closing my eyes, I listen. Raising my arms to stretch out by my side, I sigh. I am
Riptide – a musical cover
Here’s another one of the songs I’ve done. This time, it’s a cover of “Riptide” by Vance Joy. I was sacred of dentists in the
Tree – a short poem for spring
Thousands of leaves flutter in the warm breeze Arching branches shelters the world that resides below They wave in the wind carefree and joyful Dust
1st of April – a little fun
Inspired by the childhood game of describing a person/thing using the letters of the name. Altering appearances Preparing pranks Ruffled reality Innocently intriguing Loud laughter
Looking for You
In the darkest nights And brightest days I search for you Behind wooden doors Among the crowds And within the endless maze I am looking
Paris
A city ancient, new Narrow streets and wide river A place of beauty
Writer’s Block is Frustrating
Hello Everyone, It’s been about a week since my last post. I’ve been wanting to write something, but every time I sit down at the
Father Wolf
A shuffle was carried down-wind toward the wolf hiding in the undergrowth. He sniffed the air; the scent of an up-walker tickled his coal black