Babes: A Letter to Daddy

Dear Daddy, Happy Birthday. Is it strange that I still haven't processed your death as a death, but rather as a long vacation? And I know that isn't the best thing to do, because it implies that I'll see you again. But perhaps I will. In this life and maybe the next I will see... Continue Reading →

In the middle of a swarm I feel small, hidden and forgotten by the ones I love; I pray the flowers bloom this spring. l/r

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