December 12, 2024
Our memories are fickle thingsthat time disintegrates;we’re left with snapshots that we stringtogether, weaving lace. The tightest loops play back with ease,releasing dopamine,evoking whiffs of deli […]
November 28, 2024
My gratitude flows free this morn,for blessings doth abound;from grandparents to babies born,familial love surrounds. An open ear or warm embrace,a laugh or helping hand;we all […]